Dope D.O.D. - Bad Taste lyrics

[Skits Vicious] Is this the real life? Or is it fantasy? I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Easy come, easy go Little high, little low Cutting at style of this machete flow We about to blow like somebody left the gas on k**ed the front row, with the GoPro strapped on Bad Taste got my tongue numb, rap guns [?] rappers' in the cage, get the stun guns It's time to separate the "a" from the cobbers Let her face, sicker than the case of [?] You don't know you will never ever Stick my tongue out, Bad Taste, facts state [Dopey Rotten] Thinks me I'm a [?] You might find this graceful Pins dolls Voodoo We always keep it tasteful Johnny shops raging balls, bound easy break through Think you sick as f** but all you got is a coming flu Hell yeah, after go through you can come join us Everybody does at the end, that's a spoiler Every film destroyer, I'm coming right for you You should've known d**h is right around the corner Now here we go again, rap knows better Always stuck together, it's still "rain of terror" It's not a cup of tea, it's whatever (whatever) So f** what you think, I have bad taste forever [Jay Reaper] [?] [?] for your mother My energy, your drinks, Mary Jane's my lover Came [?] your brain The pain face mother n***as up in my lane Now maintain cover, yeah I'm comin with them [?] Extras for my [?] Popping next some rust So that b**h would help [?] neckless Yeah, I'm disrespected Your n***as getting tested All that money you invested I resetted in a second I just co-co, little breast [?], without taste [?], getting place Then we dope-dope everyday Just like [?] let it rain In this game, I know you are disbelieve us This sh**, ah Piss and breathing [Nitro] Puoi chiamarmi Paranoid Parla Freud nei mattatoi Basta una barra boy e ti salta la faccia come in Arkanoid Del senno di poi son piene le fosse Starei meglio forse se nelle fosse ci foste voi Cosa cazzo vuoi, tu e la tua crew, di non so chi? Faccio bù e ti accorcio il film e piangi più che in Dawson Creek Sto coi Dope D.O.D., wigga flow you talk sh** I'm the black sheep who can't k** the wolf of Wall Street Sayonara, truce come Mario Bava Fanno a gara mentre cambio bara Ti abbraccio poi salto in aria La vita è amara, quindi impara a far la lucha o muori La mia penna spara e ammazza, Mara Salvatrucha homie La tua salma cuoce in acqua calda dentro un boiler Conosciamo la tua fine atroce senza spoiler You disappoint the way I got my crew back I keep my bad taste cause been ugly is the new black Questa vita è splatter, Peter Jackson bad taste La mia banda suona l'hardcore, Machete bad brains Phyl The Payne