Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ridiculous , by - Dope D.O.D.. Release date: 28.09.2014
Song language: English
Ridiculous |
| Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch |
| Fucking with my clique, huh? |
| That shit’s ridiculous |
| Go against the gods, go against the flow |
| Now we all powerful and look at you… Ridiculous |
| Uncle Fred said «fuck 'em!» |
| You’re going from the top to the bottom (drop 'em) |
| You don’t wanna mess with rotten (rotten) |
| More rock 'n roll than any hip hoppin' |
| Undead — graveyard’s my garden |
| And few spots left for you in burial to stares in |
| No, you don’t want it, you fuckin' with the martian |
| (Always finish what we started) |
| Sold your soul for a bargain price |
| Get what I want, never askin' nice |
| Do what I want never take advice |
| And now west coast better take a hike |
| People wants more and I take your life |
| I won’t let it slide, this shit ain’t swipe |
| And get worked up in a little bit hype |
| Ridiculous facts — don’t touch the mic |
| I look at niggas nowadays I can’t believe you spittin' some |
| You rippin' em, with no work and no play like Nicholson |
| Trippin' pistol whippin' any whistle blowin' sissy cunt |
| I’m super serial with witty puns, I’m fucking Kirsten Dunst |
| So hit the drums and I come swinging with that afro shit |
| Super-cali-fragilistic-expiali-fascist-bitch |
| So ass get kicked, I’m on that Indiana lasso shit |
| I’m so sick, Serious Jones, Holmes I pass the gift |
| Call me a pacifist, it’s really quite inaccurate |
| I smack a bitch talkin' shit about my cancer sticks |
| I’m smo-smokin' on pink rose with pimp potion |
| So niggas broken I bust pain and he’s brain blow then |
| You bad baby, you bap booms with bat, baby |
| We crack babies, so late mack I attack ladies |
| No yes, maybe like a said before — I’m serious |
| The Reaper get the job done make niggas look ridiculous |
| Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch |
| Fucking with my clique, huh? |
| That shit’s ridiculous |
| Go against the gods, go against the reaper |
| I’m an all mighty creature, now y’all niggas is… Ridiculous |
| Rappers so glossy I see it on the lips |
| Wanna dance like the chicks in their clips |
| (That shit is just ridiculous!) |
| Shit is going down and the rats abandoned ship |
| But that ain’t no surprise |
| You and your clique is — ridiculous! |
| You wanna ridicule us? |
| That’s ridiculous |
| I’m in the mix like a silver flask of sizurp syrup |
| And I got em curious about |
| «who? |
| what? |
| why? |
| when? |
| where? |
| and how?» |
| I do it so conspicuo-us, they never knew us then we blew up |
| Again tourin' for a few months, years now |
| Many art is through us |
| I turn Mc’s into pickled pepper goulash |
| (Where's your head at?!) It’s in the cool box |
| Rappers lose us in the process, they’re so bitter |
| Wanna be the trending topic, they on twitter |
| I’m on twitter too, but I don’t give a shit if you |
| Follow me or swallow me, you can suck a dick or two |
| You better didgeridoo all that you done son |
| But you don’t get what we do, when that ain’t undone |
| Dragon in the dungeon, spittin' fire vigorous |
| Fuckin' with the Vicious now you know that shit’s ridiculous |
| Jump head first down into the abyss, bitch |
| Fucking with my clique, huh? |
| That shit’s ridiculous |
| Go against the gods, go against the reaper |
| I’m an all mighty creature, now y’all niggas is… Ridiculous |
| Rappers so glossy I see it on the lips |
| Wanna dance like the chicks in their clips |
| (That shit is just ridiculous!) |
| Shit is going down and the rats abandoned ship |
| But that ain’t no surprise |
| You and your clique is — ridiculous! |