Trapazoid - Dope D.O.D., Posij

D.O.D.

alive, and niggas wonder why

Niggas wanna try, these niggas gettin' fried

Eye for an eye, yo we rhyme til we die for this shit

Eye for an eye, rap til we die!

Fuck yeah, we own this shit

The extrases and bonuses

Niggas just can’t get ahold on this

Well kiss my cojones bitch

Yeah, fuck being broke and shit

Hella cake, I want hella cake

Heavy weight but I levitate

And takin' niggas straight to the heavens gates

I never wait, I don’t hesitate

K-Pax and set of blings, I’m Kevin Spacey

And I’ve said it straight, like this

Yo, we’re takin' a piss, piss at your dog and your kids

Piss at your bitch and your biz

Piss at all the shit that exists

Yes, like that, and I like that

Yeah, you don’t fight back

Bust back and your life’s snatched

Put it right back on the right tracks

Y’all niggas hit, it’s loosin' us

We need dopeness, shoot it up

We dem roaches, ruthless

But… Y’all already knew what’s up

Tell me, who can touch this?

Who can bring that fucking ruckus?

Who can look the Reaper in the eyes

And tell me not to fuck shit… Up

This is no beginners luck

Niggas gettin' stuck when I conduct like Loaded Lux

We ride or die, I wonder why they think I’m kiddin'

I don’t lie, this shit was written, so I’m nice

That’s everytime I grab a mic, uh

My spike shine I could puncture, poke your pine

Rapping monster, sick your spine do this for commend

I drew the borderline again, hella bad the Devil laughs

Passing me a Heineken, shadow cast my mellow half

Ain’t no wining and dining, ain’t no 9 to 5in'

Yellow tabs, hella ass, hiphop got me grindin'

Spit that rapid fire flow

Then ride till the motherfucking tires blow

Life full of drama I gotta strike the globe

Slice through your aura with the fatal blow

Credits grow, minutes end, head expolde — Finish Him!

A heavy dose of D.O.D.

will relapse, rehab plenty comb

What goes around, comes around

You don’t need to give me props

I’m known around the globe around

This ain’t no beginners luck

The firefighter fightin' the fire with fire

Desire of a tiger, eye for an eye assiah

It’s the Rotten, Dope D.O.D.

for life

Rotten 24/7, the ambient, let’s get it

It’s eye for an eye til the day we die

So much dope it’s hard to come by

Rise the price see the golden sunshine

Fuck the bars man, they can flatline

and we’re out to get it

Run with the homies, stay athletic

Your style’s plastic, synthetic

Your card declined, no credit, pathetic

Up to the sky in the way we go

Connect the system and overflow

Used to be Dope kid, way too grown

Still we get stupid on the microphone

Well known, we stay persistent

Well gifted, end your existence

Ain’t no resistance, missed it

Gone in the distance, Rotten did it

You ain’t ready for apocalypse

Wrote it down but lost the script

The doomsday prepper who jumped the ship

No I live my life like this

We ride to die like terrorist

And lurk around your premises

Send some clear messages

That you can’t never mess with us