Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sold, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Date of issue: 24.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sold |
| 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! |