Dope D.O.D. - Trapazoid lyrics

[Hook: Jay Reaper] D.O.D. alive, and n***as wonder why n***as wanna try, these n***as gettin' fried Eye for an eye, yo we rhyme til we die for this sh** Eye for an eye, rap til we die! [Verse 1: Jay Reaper] f** yeah, we own this sh** The extrases and bonuses n***as just can't get ahold on this Well kiss my cojones b**h Yeah, f** being broke and sh** Hella cake, I want hella cake Heavy weight but I levitate And takin' n***as straight to the heavens gates [?] I never wait, I don't hesitate K-Pax and set of blings, I'm Kevin Spacey And I've said it straight, like this Yo, we're takin' a piss, piss at your dog and your kids Piss at your b**h and your biz Piss at all the sh** that exists Yes, like that, and I like that Yeah, you don't fight back Bust back and your life's snatched Put it right back on the right tracks Y'all n***as hit, it's loosin' us We need dopeness, shoot it up We dem roaches, ruthless But... Y'all already knew what's up Tell me, who can touch this? Who can bring that f**ing ruckus? Who can look the Reaper in the eyes And tell me not to f** sh**... Up This is no beginners luck n***as gettin' stuck when I conduct like Loaded Lux [Hook: Jay Reaper] [Verse 2: Skits Vicious] We ride or die, I wonder why they think I'm kiddin' I don't lie, this sh** was written, so I'm nice That's everytime I grab a mic, uh My spike shine I could puncture, poke your pine Rapping monster, sick your spine do this for commend I drew the borderline again, hella bad the Devil laughs Pa**ing me a Heineken, shadow cast my mellow half Ain't no wining and dining, ain't no 9 to 5in' Yellow tabs, hella a**, hiphop got me grindin' Spit that rapid fire flow Then ride till the motherf**ing tires blow Life full of drama I gotta strike the globe Slice through your aura with the fatal blow Credits grow, minutes end, head expolde - Finish Him! A heavy dose of D.O.D. will relapse, rehab plenty comb What goes around, comes around You don't need to give me props I'm known around the globe around This ain't no beginners luck The firefighter fightin' the fire with fire Desire of a tiger, eye for an eye a**iah [Hook: Jay Reaper] [Interlude] It's the Rotten, Dope D.O.D. for life Rotten 24/7, the ambient, let's get it [Verse 3: Dopey Rotten] It's eye for an eye til the day we die So much dope it's hard to come by Rise the price see the golden sunshine f** the bars man, they can flatline [?] and we're out to get it Run with the homies, stay athletic Your style's plastic, synthetic Your card declined, no credit, pathetic Up to the sky in the way we go Connect the system and overflow Used to be Dope kid, way too grown Still we get stupid on the microphone Well known, we stay persistent Well gifted, end your existence Ain't no resistance, missed it Gone in the distance, Rotten did it You ain't ready for apocalypse Wrote it down but lost the script The doomsday prepper who jumped the ship No I live my life like this We ride to die like terrorist And lurk around your premises Send some clear messages That you can't never mess with us [Hook: Jay Reaper]