Lyrics Sold - Dope D.O.D., Skits Vicious

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Lucille: «Haven't seen you like this in a while.»
Marv: «Got in a fight with some cops.»
Lucille: «Didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?»
Marv: «Not that I know of.
But they know they’ve been in a fight,
that’s for damn sure.»
Lucille: «How the hell do you suppose I’m going to square this with the board?»
Marv: «There ain’t no squaring it, not this time
This isn’t some bar room brawl
Or some creep with a gas can trying to torch someone
Hey hey, this is big»
Lucille: «Settle down, (Skits).
Take another pill»
Marv: «Hey, there isn’t no settling down
This is blood for blood and by the gallons!
This is the old days, the bad days, the all-or-nothing days!
They’re back!
There’s no choice left
And I’m ready for war.»
When it comes to the beats, I bless 'em (Yes, yes)
We in the jeep pumpin' Smiff 'n' Wessun (Ayy yo!)
Quick lesson pay attention now
When we battle ram your fence and bring the henchmen out (Let's go, let’s go!)
This type a shit’ll turn a dead crowd loud
Make a virgin pop her breasts out proud *wolf-whistle*
You ain’t gotta ask, yes I’m foul
I’m crispy like the vinyl that you wish that we could press up now (?)
Those that know me know I don’t regret nothing
I’m that presence in your house at night that keeps the tap runnin'
Hand cuffing type, tight
I write dynamite
Outside I chop zombies like «Dying Light»
Bitch dry your eyes
I ain’t Mike Skinner
I ain’t on a dating sight for candlelight dinners (What?)
I handle any loss like a winner would
Live the life that any young man wish he could
(Sold) We got shirts at the merch' half price tonight to be…
(Sold) And when ya girl see ya boy on the mic tonight her ass…
(Sold) But if you burn way below in ya afterlife ya soul…
(Sold) It’s still bros over bitches and health over riches
Do yourself a favor
Don’t do me none (None!)
They know I got the flavor
I’m the groovy one (One!)
It’s ya friendly neighbor AKA the Undertaker
The only man to ever overrun the pentagon
With a busted taser, I spit that self infliction *taser*
How I get the paper, you want a job description?
(Well…)
I call it real rap, they call me Skits (Skits!)
Yo shit is real whack (whack), you call it quits
That’s why I’ll stab ya with a pitch fork
And chase ya through a corn field filled with thick fog *chainsaw revving*
The way I shred a face, I’m Leatherface *screaming*
With the rats in the maze on that cheddar chase
Get that heavy bass ready for the renegade flow
Machete blade steady slit any lames throat
Fuck ya rules I break all, ya get?
Ya ass told to sit
I reap souls that’s fit to be…
(Sold) We got shirts at the merch' half price tonight to be…
(Sold) And when ya girl see ya boy on the mic tonight her ass…
(Sold) But if you burn way below in ya afterlife ya soul…
(Sold) It’s still bros over bitches and health over riches
Yeah nuggah
That’s how we do it
That’s how it’s always been
Y’all hatin' ass niggas thought it was over, right?
*laughing*
Suckas, we just gettin' started
Album sold, sold out shows
Only thing we ain’t never sold is our souls… muthafuckas
D.O.D army, worldwide
2018 we comin' for all y’all muthafuckas
We goin' everywhere
You can’t stop us
It’s Jay Reaper, bitch
Yo kids gon' know who the fuck I am
Yo grandkids gon' know who the fuck I am
Yo grandkids' grandkids, nigga'
Dope D.O.D.
foreva… bitch!