Rocket - Dope D.O.D.

If they thought rap was dead tell the heads shit is resurrected

Battle royale, you won’t last a second

The rhyme gets injected like smack in your bloodstream

Dope D.O.D.

is the code for the drugfiends

Grab the frontseat and witness the crispness

Six inch syringes turn innards to liquids

I’m like Keith Flint mixed with Sticky Fingers,

Or a cross between Jason, the Fly and the Riddler

This ain’t horrorcore, it’s a Stephen King thriller

I curse yo' ass worse than that fat dude in thinner

I’m tippin a stripper thats grippin my zipper

She whispers she never had sex with a killer

Life on the streets from the pimps to the drifters

Seven sin sickness, I spit David Finchers.

Get my hands dirty and chop of your fingers

For stickin ya nose in my business.

S. V

Countdown, step into the cockpit.

Take flight !

Duckdown, when you in the moshpit.

Fist fight!

Sex, drugs, yeah we gonna rock it.

Get hyped!

Blast off!

Yeah we like a rocket

Yes, you best believe your shit ain’t affecting me

Infectious I confess like STD, test me please if you wanna rest in peace

I’m semtex put your chest where your legs should be

Explosive, my skin is corrosive, the state of psychosis

With coke that I sniff I’m in the state of being hopeless

Hiphop hypnosis, my flow is so soapless

And so I’m the ghost of the north coast ocean

Harpoon topshotta stigmata on my body

Hear the devil say: Hakuna Matata

I’m a goon with a lot of pissed coons

And we got a lot of shrooms in our system

Yet I’m cool with my kala

Going up and down like sisyphus

Niggas here they must be kidding us

Cause once I start to bust I’m Darth Sidious

Hart serious, dark images the force of the darkside is limitless

Ghosttown bombsquad we dropping it

We the shit and you full of it

I’m a old dog new tricks laughing at the punks in the bizz

There’s nothing left to do but reminisce

Still candy flipping got the booze in the mix

Britain’s in my bloodline you out for six

Took your spot easily ya didn’t even notice

Fuck all these politics this rapgame is bogus

We’re coming at you ferocious the coldest hell freezes over

We got it all fixed figured out the system there’s more then one glitch

Reaper, Vicious, Rotten here to change the script

Noisia’s in the house making atoms split

You can leave it up to us cause we master this

Dope D.O.D.

is here just to end your bliss

There’s a lot more victims on the waiting list