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    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 I'm Darth Sidious
    Hart serious
    Dark images
    The force of the darkside is limitless

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    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

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