Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spaz, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song Da Roach, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DOPE D.O.D
Song language: English
Spaz |
| Its a never ending story we are basking in our glory |
| Rappers are no more than products toss em in my trolley |
| I’m sorry but I had 2 cut your Adam’s apple open with a broken 40 bottle when |
| you started actin funny |
| Bloody body zombie, shot a nazi with a shotty |
| When I attack apache chopper bullets couldn’t stop me… |
| I’m somewhat like shock G, I hit em with the rhythm of the future |
| And teach the youth the opposite of drug free |
| I wacth my army party on until the sun rises |
| Then their bone cause we’re all a bunch a vampires… |
| I set that ass on fire, grab a wack Mc and pull his head off with piano wire… |
| Jump ya like a camel spider |
| I roll with hooligang like Danny Dyer |
| Pusherman your grass supllier, as the verbal ammo fires rounds! |
| At the Eva type a sucka thinkin he can fuck with this… |
| You must be out your mind, we the ruggedest I’m done with this… |
| Something bitch… That’s what I thought… |
| You can’t fuck with the Dope and the Gold… |
| We make mad (noise!), to make you spaz! |
| (boy!) |
| We get mad (loud), girl spaz! |
| (out!) (x3) |
| We make mad (noise!), to make you spaz! |
| (boy) |
| We get mad (loud), girl spaz… |
| Hold them horses |
| See you fuckin' with the forces of a sorcerer |
| The cause of all remorse and all the awesomeness |
| Niggas pause I fast forward it |
| Morbid awkward kid |
| Of course I iz |
| Bodyparts with orthosis in storages |
| I’m Jim Morrison, the force within' |
| I’m the origin |
| A star born again inmortal men we be orbiting |
| The swords I spin got 2 chords attached on 2 me |
| I’m stormin' in the tournament |
| Your head will be my ornament |
| Force feedin' me |
| Use a lil' seasoning |
| You witnessing the bodz |
| You don’t believe in me it’s treasoning |
| I beez the reason why peoples is preachin' and not reasonin' |
| I beez the reason the sun dissapearin' in the evening |
| Like Kool Keith and them |
| Robert Louis Stevenson, I got that poetry will make you gasp or never breath |
| again |
| And even when I get shanked with a bleeding pen |
| It ain’t the reapers end |
| We’ll meet again in elysium |