Dope D.O.D. - Rocket lyrics

[Verse 1: Skits Vicious] If they thought rap was dead tell the heads sh** is resurrected Battle royale, you won't last a second The rhyme gets injected like smack in your bloodstream Dope D.O.D. is the code for the drugfiends Grab the frontseat and witness the crispness Six inch saringes turn innards to liquids I'm like Keith Flint mixed with Sticky Fingers, Or a cross between Jason, the Fly and the Riddler This ain't horrorcore, it's a Stephen King thriller I curse yo' a** worse than that fat dude in thinner I'm tippin a stripper thats grippin my zipper She whispers she never had s** with a k**er Life on the streets from the pimps to the drifters Seven sin sickness, I spit David Finchers. Get my hands dirty and chop of your fingers For stickin ya nose in my business. S.V [Hook] Countdown, step into the co*kpit. Take flight ! Duckdown, when you in the moshpit. Fist fight! Sex, d**, yeah we gonna rock it. Get hyped! Blast off! Yeah we like a rocket [Verse 2: Jay Reaper] Yes, you best believe your sh** ain't affecting me Infectious I confess like STD, test me please if you wanna rest in peace I'm semtex put your chest where your legs should be Explosive, my skin is corrosive, the state of psychosis With coke that I sniff I'm in the state of being hopeless Hiphop hypnosis, my flow is so soapless And so I'm the ghost of the north coast ocean Harpoon topshotta stigmata on my body Hear the devil say: Hakuna Matata I'm a goon with a lot of pissed coons And we got a lot of shrooms in our system Yet I'm cool with my kala Going up and down like sisyphus n***as here they must be kidding us Cause once I start to bust I'm Darth Sidious Hart serious, dark images the force of the darkside is limitless [Hook] [Verse 3: Dopey Rotten] Ghosttown bombsquad we dropping it We the sh** and you full of it I'm a old dog new tricks laughing at the punks in the bizz There's nothing left to do but reminisce Still candy flipping got the booze in the mix Britain's in my bloodline you out for six Took your spot easily ya didn't even notice f** all these politics this rapgame is bogus We're coming at you ferocious the coldest hell freezes over We got it all fixed figured out the system there's more then one glitch Reaper, Vicious, Rotten here to change the script Noisia's in the house making atoms split You can leave it up to us cause we master this Dope D.O.D. is here just to end your bliss There's a lot more victims on the waiting list [Hook]