Master Xploder (feat. Teddy Killerz)

Dope D.o.d.

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    Hip hop hooligan, I never went back to school again
    When I figured how to use the pen
    On the path of revenge, on the loose again
    Rollin' 20 deep with my Ghost Town bully clan
    Who I am? You may call me the boogeyman

    And if ya ass is fat, we can do a dance
    Teddy Killerz steady kill it in the mix
    Wicked with the lyric shit, you know I never miss
    I ran into a million dumb people in the biz

    They said I rap too evil, but now I'm gettin' rich
    I don't give a shit though, kick it like a schizo
    Another horrorcore banger for your disco

    You think you're in the clouds, I will take you higher
    Sound like a got a throat full of razor wire
    (It's) Time to get dough, (it's) time to explode
    How the rest goes, you can ask Dope

    Rotten representin', raisin' tension
    Nobody in your damn crew's worth the fuckin' mention
    You're doin' quite well, it's an intervention
    Kill 'em all off, it's just wackness prevention

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    Centre of attention, mow 'em all down, don't make no exceptions
    Don't really care 'bout the house of correction
    My fam right here don't need no protection, pay attention
    No objections, it's time for redemption
    Out for perfection, I'm gunnin' like Texans

    Didn't see ya comin', ace in deception
    Push this whole thing to another direction
    Explosives, I've got a whole collection
    I'll make sure you'll get a warm reception
    You unaware, incoming detecting
    The Master Xploder's blowin' up your section

    (Still droppin' the bomb once again now)

    What up is, I got some rough shit for you suckas
    Fuck the police, never talk rubbish
    Butterfly knives, comin' for your stomach
    The GOAT nigga runnin', the dope nigga runnin'

    I want 5 hundred motherfuckin' million
    It's that or your children, blow up the building
    Now hands to the ceiling and bitch we ain't kiddin nah
    The way we livin' there's no fucks to be given nah
    Puff loud even better than Cheech

    Then I preach like a motherfuckin' Cherokee Chief
    I got reach from the streets to the Pelican Beach
    We got beats that'll breach through you pussy ass creeps

    So what's good nigga, test me I wish you would nigga
    Dope D.O.D. you misunderstood nigga
    So cut the crap cause I'm colder than Cola
    Better than Hova, (who?) Master Xploder

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    Composición: Teddy killerz

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