[Verse 1: Skits Vicious, Jay Reaper, Dopey Rotten] What, I don't give a fuck boy Middle fingers up to you fuckboys Onyx D.O.D yeah we MOB boy D.O.P.E black rock boy Drop boyz the illest in the ozone No clone i be bad to the bone holmes So stoned take a dab of the home grown Phone home like an extraterrestrial Out of this world bitch Your rap shit's terrible Talk the talk Walk the walk oh you never do Chop your head off then i put it on a pedestal Clean up the tools had a scheme but you never knew You never knew and you never will know Crack your window take that Nintendo Ketamin flow five high five low Oh psycho five-o die slow I'm a piro maniac Ready for the sneak attack Niggas know the Reaper back Burning through your speaker set We ain't getting weaker yet Sudden death 100 MAD Understand They got us living in the last days
[Verse 2: Fredro Starr, Sticky Fingaz] Sounds like the sounds of war What, We saying fuck all you bitch niggas Guns up, we stickin all you rich niggas Onyx D.O.D take your bitch niggas When you see us coming better dig a ditch niggas We put em six feet deep underground yo I'm going in for the kill hold me down Dro Ey yo i got it Stick I'ma hold it down bro I kill em all till you won't hear a sound yo We black mask it niggas get blasted Black shoes black hearse black caskets Black boots bald head black bastards We tear the club up niggas yeah we crashed it Fuck their live shows I've seen better raps on gyro's I got that piro nigga my shit go viral Let that five blow Dro only you and i know Check your vitals suicide on arrival Pull ya plug out the socket Let this club get to poppin Give a fuck who is watching Push shove we drop em I ain't wanna do it but i did it now its done And i'd do it all again cause it had to be doneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
