Rocket Songtext

von Dope D.O.D.

One: Skits Vicious
If they thought rap was dead tell the headz shit is resurrected
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 syringes turn innards to liquids
I'm 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
I'm tippin' a stripper that's 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

Two: Jay Reaper
Yes ya best believe
Ya shit ain't affecting me
Infectious I confess like STD
Test me please if you wanna rest in peace
I'm semtex put yo chest where ya 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 so so soapless
And so
I'm the ghost of the Norths coast ocean
Harpoon topshotta stigmata on my body
Hear the devil say: Hakuna Matata
I'm a goon with a lotta
Pissed coons and we got a lotta 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 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

Three: Dopey Rotten
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 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 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

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

End.