Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ugly , by - Dope D.O.D.. Song from the album The Ugly EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DOPE D.O.D
Song language: English
Ugly |
| It’s a funny world we’re livin' right? |
| When you look different, they judge you |
| When you think different, they dismiss you |
| When you act different, they ban you |
| Beauty is in the eye of the beholder |
| This is Dope D.O.D. |
| and it’s about to get ugly |
| I ain’t fuckin' with the beat if it ain’t heavy |
| So when it’s time for dinner I know penis on you plenty |
| (Oh that smells good) |
| On this microphone I’m known as deadly |
| The psychopath chewin' shrooms, bumpin' Lemon Jelly |
| (Feelin' so good) |
| Rollin' through the city, yeah I know my chick is pretty |
| We split it fifty/fifty like chuba split the philly |
| Silly and I’m gritty, guess I’m somewhere in the middle |
| Pieces to a puzzle make you fiddle with the riddle |
| To the max, speaker fresh, tatted up, bad as fuck |
| Fitted with the logo, yeah I’m shittin' on you homos |
| Let them die, I’m the catcher in the lie |
| Your mama pussy tastes like Ben & Jerry’s apple pie |
| Look at the hater lookin' bitter, hittin' Twitter on the shitter |
| Just to diss whatever shit is on the internet |
| I killed your crew and I ain’t even had dinner yet |
| That means you’re lunch meat, trust me it’s ugly |
| Yeah! |
| Ugly x10 |
| Trust me |
| John Lennon put them bullets to my body seven |
| No heaven, straight hell, nine eleven |
| High endeavors why I fried the damn reverend |
| Cause that nigga called me Kevin, but my name Damien |
| Filleting, got a flavor laser blade spade |
| Talking like an alien mixed with Arabian |
| And day by day we comin' for that cake so make way again |
| I got the power with the paper pen |
| Come and hate on us, you love I give respect back |
| And that’s that, disrespect get that neck snapped |
| White or black, who give a fuck about the skin tacts |
| When I swing back I poke eyes with my index |
| Finger, cold nights in the winter |
| When y’all was gettin' thinner, I was eating dinner |
| Nigga might skin a cat, touch me and I’ll bust, I’m rusty |
| I gets lusty, it’s ugly, trust me |
| You don’t wanna see this, better look away now |
| There’s no fun and games in Rotten’s little playground |
| Nothing’s disallowed so you know it’s going down |
| (Master Xploder) better hit the ground |
| Paint pictures like the dutch Van Eyck now |
| No one around, we’re living in the ghost town |
| Destined for greatness, don’t ask how |
| Jay and me, serious! |
| We never fool around (never) |
| Hitman for hire, euros or British pounds |
| It’s a bloody scene when I start to fire rounds |
| Every weapon silenced so you won’t hear a sound |
| (Another game plan) This one is new found |
| Step up, you get down, the slaughter’s in effect now |
| Shock, froze and said 'wow' (Kings of the underground) |
| Bow down, can’t be trusted, always break vows |
| Here to rape your spouse, it’s ugly, I’m out |