[Intro: Jay Reaper] Dope D.O.D., Onyx One, two, yeah we comin' for your crew Three, four, my niggas knocking on your door Five, six, we're pissed and we're equiped Seven, eight, nine, ten, we comin supper special, don't sleep
[Verse 1: Jay Reaper] I hear you motherfuckers is testin' me They, wanna get the best of me Best believe they won't let me breathe So I need a little stress relief I need little extra cheese I need little extra weed Before I lose my shit and make you bitch ass nigga rest in peace Goddamn! Put the gun in my hand Nigga I'mma blam like a massacre stand off I'mma shut your straps so you can't talk Nigga that check, hand off I never been a fan, no Rip that ass, I'm like handcuffed These niggas is brain washed That's why we're going hard and you stay soft
[Verse 2: Skits Vicious] Freddy Krueger left the building Jason took the kids to camp Trick or treat I pull the heat and show you how to rob a bank Michael Myers came for Christmas Chucky had some different plans Guess that means I'm next in land to catch you with an empty tank I'm a motherfucker monster bitch, lay eggs bigger than an ostrich Oyster slam on my upper lip Plastic Glock with a box of bricks Hardcore crew with a bunch of hits What's that ringing with a hundred chicks No one back when she cross the bridge They all lay flat when I pop the clip
[Verse 3: Fredro Starr] Smoking blunts with Ted Bundy Charles Manson drinking Miller's Tell me what's your sign bitch, I'm the Zodiac Killer Yeah I'm the lady killer, bitches call me Jack Ripper Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer 'cause I'm eating all you niggas Shittin' on niggas colides to me Put a cut on your face like a apostrophe Get a gun, I ain't no boxer To be .38 fucking straighten your posture G I'll make a catastrophe, get skeet up with a ski mask for me A runaway slave with a master keys Fuck the world, you're going after me Crime for a day, yeah purge's back Killing these niggas with these murder raps Steals on niggas, yeah burglars back Push a nigga fucking wig further back People's always told me I ain't shit You know what bitch? I ain't shit Put a gun to your head, now watch your brain That's what I'm painting that wall with
[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz] Hmmm, what's worse than killing you? Let you live, life would be miserable Look at you, you're fucking pitiful Stop, know we niggas bringing death to you Beat with fists on tell who running Think of your child, what you wanna do for it? Your face, my fist or get a gun Think you know me? Just get you a blunt God struck you punch, dudes see me up Niggas do a lot of sound for a loot or money Squad must be runnin', they ain't see it coming Niggas give it up or they ain't getting shit from me Hocus pocus, you should be gone Abracadabra now you see, now you don't I'll make you disappear right into thin air Shoot you in Hell with this sawn off right hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
