Dope D.O.D. - Mortality lyrics

[Intro: Jay Reaper] Welcome back to the realm of the darkness Dope D.O.D [Verse 1: Jay Reaper] I got nunchucks for ya dumb f**s And a mind like I'm telekinetic I give one f**, I'm untouched My snake skin I shed it Beef I don't need no medic Creep in the streets like a menace Sleep in the dungeon deep One of them n***as get tossed in the heat like lettuce Meditate take no breaks Elevate to a high state Medicate I stay dazed And day by day we get blazed Celebrate with c**aine The blood of my enemy sprays I bathe in your blood and I feed on your pain That's how I maintain in the game I stay fresh cause I'm making them sacrifices I don't pray to God, I pray to ice Collecting head n***as pay the price Now pay attention or pay the pipe Goddamn, we're living in the land of the lost Y'all n***as can't handle the force Ripping your limbs off I'm a beast like [?] [Verse 2: Skits Vicious] Shot to the poor, shutting the door, shagging the who*e Shoving my sword, son overboard washing the shore Some are less sure, to summon the one always [?] Summing it up there's a gun in the door and I've shot it before Son of a gun, son of a b**h, shoveling shift, shoving the ditch Soar my wrist, sore in your [?], sure to be sorcerer Skits Nobody was ever so deadly (no one) We chop em to vegetable medley (Shogun) Your head will resemble spaghetti They know us from Denver to Wembley I take it a little ridiculous Artillery burn 'em like Icarus The way I'll be filling the way in the world There's a duo that do it till they're sick of us Ashes, a**es, hashes, acid, half of tab mentality Hatchets, axes, knuckles bra** come to test mortality [Hook] Round One Round Two (Jay, Skits) Round Three (Dope D.O.D. get lit) You weak pathetic fool You will die mortal [Verse 3: Skits Vicious] You're facing a mason, your face I'm sprayin' the mace in I maim 'em amazing, they able to name him the maiden Silence sh**, you're shy as sh** But I'm messiah since the first day You might admit, the title fit it's sciencist with world plague Sin 'em a serve ache, I think I just murdered the mermaid Dead on the first date, the pendulum ending an earthquake Mix of a lexus meditate inside the twister Mister plot I've must have missed her Through the mixer comes a message [Verse 4: Jay Reaper] n***as here wanna test this cause I'm blessed with six sences You have bullet coming from a mile away Can I dodge that? No question! I make straight smack for your tape deck when I break necks No question! Cause I hate cats with their fake raps, payback No question! Scale above for y'all amateurs Sliced and diced to Asparagus My savages gon' handle it My n***a Bigge butchered some Rambo sh** Choppin a n***a to bits You're hoppin' on dick like a b**h Chub, Jay, Skits, D.O.D. getting lit [Hook]