Panic Room

Dope D.o.d.

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    I turn ya scar tissue to a fresh cu
    While me n Jay play good cop bad cop, slice ya tats off
    And wear em like I was Buffalo Bill
    I take a couple of pills and give a couple of suckaz the chillz
    What the deal? Box cutter and rubber gloves
    Gun fring it's nothing you rot in a rubber tub
    Some ruff uppercuts 2 da jaw sure 2 shut em up
    And make em wonder what then fuck keeps me doin this

    Or why I keep breaking crewz rigs with sewer lids
    I toss em like frisbeez vicious ain't new to this
    See what I'm chweing iz a magic shroom
    Rappers lock themselves inside a panic room
    Good afternoon, we turn ya whole house to ground zero
    I'm the slayer of the mayor, ghosttown's hometown hero
    Dope dod got em running with fear
    Now move back muthafuk's: The Onyx is here!!!

    I got Monsters in my head, unconscious almost dead
    I hear voices putting all this nonsense in my head
    It makes no sense, waking up with both hands covered in blood
    Got your favourite rapper chain covered in mud
    As it hangs from the front of my truck, like an ornament
    I collect trophies for rappers I tormented

    I got em walking like zombies in this bitch
    One show blow him out his abercrombie and fitch
    You give these niggas an inch, they wanna take a mile
    I put the 5th to ya face take that with a smile
    I'm foul... Yeah so fuck repercussions
    Black hoodie on liking like the grim reaper cousin

    You need a panic room for this shit
    Why is that?
    Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit
    You can't mess with sickest
    Who are they?
    Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid

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    I crack skulls cause my life is dull
    I sold my soul ain't got a life at all
    Yeah I'm making the calls watch your empire fall
    I won't move aside my mindstate's like fuck it all
    No need to panic yall
    The world is my basketball

    I'm not gonna pass at all give me what I'm asking for
    Underground ambassador our army's coming after ya
    You're living in the past and ya not a time traveller
    Damage ya cut you in half like a paprika
    Used to be in front but you didn't have the stamina

    To keep it up now you starving like it's Africa
    Now witness the massacre to death ill be bashing ya
    Ya wife I be banging as you watch you couldn't handle her
    Now take ya last breath and watch me strangle her
    Evil right her yeah its more than pure
    Keep killing till my heart stops that's the cure

    Crack a heineken
    Its time to strike the mic again
    Seasons switch
    Cycles end
    We blowin' up like hydrogen
    Now I'ma tell you that ya hype will end I'll grab the mighty pen

    This God is vigirous I'll smite ya men
    Ya niggas need to step it up and all
    I'm fuckin bustin balls
    With flows bolder than a buffalo
    See no cuffs can hold this nigga cause I rock and roll
    And when I reach my toll I explode like Mark Ruffalo
    That's why I'm actin kinda cynical ya'll niggas like to make shit
    I make gold and chrome minerals

    Pitiful
    Nevertheless I'm a killer cold
    Bad to the bone that's why I'm livin' by the sinners code
    Yeah you stepped into the dark abyss
    We're narcissist got a taste for bloody carcasses
    The problem is ya'll niggas ain't fuckin' with heated beats
    The real chiefs or these evil streets

    I take you to a place that I don't like to go
    I got that rifle flow cause killing niggas is like riding a bicycle
    And how to break a neck is something that you can't forget
    Sticky Fingaz... But you can call me face of death
    Nigga I won't battle rap you I just eat ya adam's apple
    Take you to the tabernacle, drag you through the street in shackles

    I come inside yo house, nigga hide inside the walls
    I sniff em out until I find em all
    My voice sounds like my stomach growling
    Grimey nigga what I won't do for a 100, 000
    This nigga something bout him, something wrong guns arouse him
    Always got the huns around him
    Hip hop is fucked without!!!

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