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dope d.o.d. - boilling point lyrics

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hook: skits vicious]
i’m a walking time bomb going tick, tick, tick
tick, tick, tick (x2)

[verse 1: jay reaper]
ooh
i’m a good kid
livin in a mad city
all i see is -ss, t-tties
n-ggas puffin hash fillies
and that really got me thinkin as a youngster
that i wanna be that n-gga
hit them blunts and f-ckin punksta
to pump what?
n-gga wanna bust but now ya gut’s stuck
i’m f-ckin n-ggas up and dump em in the trunk for one buck (yeah)
d-mn right, i be’s a cheap mothaf-cka
now ya’ll n-ggas in my sh-t knee deep
motherf-cka, i’m
more distorted than imported n-ggas slaughter ya
bored is foreign and i’m morbid with that morning stuff
last message, for my haters and my ex b-tch
i hope ya’ll choke up on a fat d-ck until you’re breathless

[hook]

[verse 2: dopey rotten]
why you all up in my face again?
we ain’t friends, leave me alone
way too stoned, get out my sp-ce
don’t call my phone
him, her, they, them
don’t need no new friends
can’t pay rent but you’re flexin in your new benz?
who cares about style sense?
make your f-ckin life end
sometimes i’m violent
criminal minded
stay silent, cause i don’t wanna hear it
stupid f-ckin lyrics, i don’t have two minutes
and keep your nose out my business
no time for dumb b-tches
ya better keep your distance
i’ll beat you with persistence
cryin like an infant
it’s clear that we’re different
exploding in an instant

[hook]

[verse 3: skits vicious]
the walls are closing in on me
eyes low, brain fried
in the company of misery, days fly
my body feels a chillin breeze outside
grey sky, feel the pressure and the stake’s high
and i’m feelin like it’s all a little laid
i wanna be the one to be remembered as the great guy
suban thai, samurai
darts fly, lakes dry
murder she wrotes, what i heard from the grape vine
i [?] under this
so i don’t leave remorse no more
there’s no goodbye when i go out, but when i do i’m sure
to take this stinkin filthy planet down to gutter with me
scar ya in your afterlife, the bl–dy letters skits v



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