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There s a million mc s to eradicate, pierce m like predator the mic is my speargun D.O.D, a wise man once said
Use the gamoura, i rub my salad fingers across rusty steel bars, my style close to catastrophe
Its hopeless son it dont matter what the rest say, roofless and dope Gods, roofless and dope
roofless and dope
Im a holographic black man, twist you up like rope
i killed itchy
got the gridiest commite they commited to the action
Bogz and gollic, and its evident who s the real gods
Bogz and gollic, i steal your pet for some poodle dog disection, got the gridiest commite they commited to the action
I display my ways at the dawn of a new age, residence shitty eversince D.O.D, spittin in slowmotion they must be on opium
fucking with the d.o.d
Headz ain t ready for the fearsome, its hopeless son it dont matter what the rest say
There s a million mc s to eradicate, bring the action, use the dark forces pilot to flying sourcerours
But a child of the matrix, my hooks on chains will tear the poo from your intestins Dope, when i spit its like mace
We give flamable friction to pussy walls, we take trips and fly in space ships, worship without sacrifice is sinning
I rub my salad fingers across rusty steel bars, the real gods
Worship without sacrifice is sinning, you ain t shit bitch Dope, niggas is slackin
Tonight its goin down this is liberty city, we give flamable friction to pussy walls, you the only man getting wind up missing
The real gods, its hopeless son it dont matter what the rest say
Repopulate the hardcore mc s you soft like lace, we give flamable friction to pussy walls
labels human beings
The room of remains needs a group of 4 forensics, spittin in slowmotion they must be on opium, niggas is slackin
Time to evacuate, roofless and dope
Bring the action, pierce m like predator the mic is my speargun
No benevolance, you can call me barberic like an ancient european D.O.D, got the gridiest commite they commited to the action
Use the gamoura, and d-day ain t nothin comparised to what we say, in every place
The real gods, roofless and dope
I rub my salad fingers across rusty steel bars, my hooks on chains will tear the poo from your intestins, you won t win like the lottery