Ready to Die - Dope D.O.D.

What happened, what happened?

I see a whole lot of niggas here napping

Who’s sleepin?

What’s cracking?

You dreamin', I cash it

See I’m the captain, I’m the captain

Of this goddamn ship, I won’t crash it

You gonna do some?

I don’t think so

I’m a Starr nigga — Ringo

When I’m hittin' these niggas like pinball

Nigga that lingo hard like indo

I get it in though, she know how to go like the wind blow

Reaper got flow and the?

Wendos?

Keeping that ho like Orlando

Me and my gringos throwing that bitch out of window

She flyin' like a flock of flamingos

Shit no, shit yeah, cause shit happened

I’m Binladen and I’ve been rappin' for eight years

And I’m still graphic, still mad and I’m still standing

Any rappers in the way will get peeled backwards

If you wanna match this, let me ask you

Is you ready to die?

(Tonight)

Spirits gon' fly (Tonight)

I’m gettin' high (Tonight)

And I’m ready to die (Tonight)

I’m ready to (die), so I’m tellin' them (why?)

Half of these actors been tellin' them (lies)

Claimin' you (fly) American (life)

You have to be touched for the very first (time)

Better re-(wind) every (line)

Over your head when I leave 'em (behind)

Enemy (lines), Ketamine (high)

Hell of a (time) I never De-(cline)

I’m so fucking sick with the pen, I’m master like Ishii O-Ren

Grill in like Dolly Cohen, I fill 'em with bloody omen

My wishlist consists of horn implants and a pitchfork

Let’s hand 'em the rope with the Slipknot

You better beware watch you wish for

We mobbin' like it’s Gotham, got 'em carbon copy coffins

So line 'em up and drop 'em — end of discussion

Dead or alive, head of the tribe — hear the spirits whistle

Riddle me this, riddle me that

Cock the pistol is you ready to die?