Dope D.O.D. - Rocket

If they thought rap was dead tell the headz shit is ressurected battle royale, ya wont last a second the rhyme gets injected like smack in ya bloodstream Dope D.O.D. is the code for the drugfiends grab the frontseat and witness the crispness six inch saringes turn innards to liquids im like keith flint mixed with Sticky Fingaz or a cross between Jason, the Fly and the Riddler this aint horrorcore, its a Stephen King thriller i curse yo ass worse than that fat dude in thinner im 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 ya best believe / ya shit aint affecting me / infectious i confess like STD / test me please if you wanna rest in peace / im semtex put yo chest where ya legs should be / explosive / my skin is corrosive / the state of psychosis / with coke that i sniff im in the state of being hopeless / hiphop hypnosis / my flow so so soapless / and so / im the ghost of the norths coast ocean / harpoon topshotta stigmata on my body / hear the devil say: Hakuna Matata / im a goon with a lota / pissed coons and we got a lotta shrooms in our system / yet im cool with my kala / going up and down like sisyphus / niggas here they must be kidding us / cause once i start to bust im Darth Sidious / hart serious / dark images / the force of the darkside is limitless 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 Ghosttown bombsquad we dropping it / we the shit and you full of it / im 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 ya spot easily ya didn't even notice / fuck all these politics this rapgame is bogus / we coming at you ferocious the coldest hell freezes over we got it all fixed figured out the system there's more then