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dope d.o.d. - mortality lyrics

[intro: jay reaper]
welcome back to the realms of the darkness
dope d.o.d

[verse 1: jay reaper]
i got nunchucks for ya dumb f-cks
and a mind like a telekinetic
i give one f-ck, 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-ggas 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 cocaine
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 isis
collecting head n-ggas pay the price
now pay attention or pay the piper
godd-mn, we’re living in the land of the lost
y’all n-ggas can’t handle the force
ripping your limbs off
i’m a beast like [?]

[verse 2: skits vicious]
shot to the pure, shutting the door, sh-gging the wh0r-
shoving my sword, son overboard washing ash0r-
some are less sure, to summon the one always someone -ssure
summing it up there’s a gun in the drawer and i’ve shot it before
son of a gun, son of a b-tch, shoveling shift, shoving the ditch
soar in my wrist, sawing your wrist, sure to be sorcerer skits
n0body was ever so deadly (no one)
we chop em to vegetable medley (shogun)
your head will resemble spaghetti
they know us from venice to wembley
articulate with the ridiculous
artillery burn ’em like icarus
the way i’ll be feeling no way in the world there’s a duo that do it as sick as us
ashes, -sses, hashes, acid, half a tab mentality
hatchets, axes, knuckles br-ss 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-t, you’re shy as sh-t
but i’m messiah since the first day
you might admit, the t-tle 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-ggas 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!
excalibur for y’all amateurs
sliced and diced to asparagus
my savages gon’ handle it
my n-gga bigge butchered some rambo sh-t
choppin a n-gga to bits
you’re hoppin’ on d-ck like a b-tch
chub, jay, skits, d.o.d. getting lit

[hook]

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