Dope D.O.D. - Gutta lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Reaper] I'm poppin' off, all these n***as know I got the force Knock it off, or I'mma spray your face with davidoff We showin' off, when I'm flowin' I'm a poet dog I know it's arc when the big blacks goin' off Showin' k** n***as bill cause I hold them pills All them real n***as ain't got that dope that k**s (Dope D.O.D. we smoke like we burn in hell) Now throw the fire for my furnace grill See I'm a lil' wolf sniff n***a I eat chips with little bit dip n***a I eat clits make a motherf**ers b**h shiver I'm Rick James, just a hip n***a And I, came to kick it with ya, spliff with left the n***a Another sippin' liquour, call me jack the tripper Now I'mma grab your sister, and get nasty with her It's what I do, I'm true rap master (The four horsemen have return, to take back what was once ours) [Verse 2: Skits Vicious] Big bad wolf Skits blowed out the house Sippin' famous grouse yelling f** your couch The only way to play this is loud I walk through the streets at night, when the freaks come out I'm a freak for sure, I'mma freak you out You're a spliff to me, twist you inside out Born to be wild G, header on the highway My way is the highway so light it up (Come roll with the Vicious) Jeff bridges of rap rock the bathrobe to slippers Off the top like big tiger, fingerling with a number 23 sticka I get it in, f** settling, get em in medicine man Ostrich MC's stick the head in the sand I walk away with a head in my hands And a bloody bootleg of each f*g in your pan (Realize that this so called hype, is nothing more than the spec of dust Compared to the gods of creation, now perish) [Verse 3: Dopey Rotten] Shut them off, cut em down, when you die, you're free Used to run with the gunners like RVP No close doors, got the master key Watching get burned to the third degree 6'3" MC here to k** you Used to have a problem and I think I still do It's a Déjà vu and it's long overdue, most of y'all have alot to live up to Alot of talkin' not alot of action Chillin' in your mansion talking about fashion The pa**ion is absent, dissatisfaction I'm here to conquer like the old saxons The main attraction would happen, feel the new contracion We lasting, laugh at you ba*tards Blasting, and trashing, smash if we clash We surpa**ing, no bashing, no cla**ics, what?!