Gutta (исполнитель: Dope DOD)
[Verse 1: Jay Reaper] I'm poppin' off, all these niggas know I got the force Knock it off, or I'mma spray your face with davidoff We showin' off, when I'm flowin' I'm a poet dog I know it's arc when the big blacks goin' off Showin' kill niggas bill cause I hold them pills All them real niggas ain't got that dope that kills (Dope D.O.D. we smoke like we burn in [bad word] Now throw the fire for my furnace grill See I'm a lil' wolf sniff [bad word] I eat chips with little bit dip [bad word] I eat [bad word] make a [bad word] [bad word] shiver I'm Rick James, just a hip [bad word] And I, came to kick it with ya, spliff with left the [bad word] Another sippin' liquour, call me jack the tripper Now I'mma grab your sister, and get nasty with her It's what I do, I'm [bad word] rap master (The four horsemen have return, to take what ours) [Verse 2: Skits Vicious] The bad wolfs gets blowed out the house Sippin' famous grouse yelling [bad word] your couch The only way play this is loud I walk through the streets at night, when the [bad word] out I'm a freak for sure, I'mma freak you out You're a spliff to me, twist you inside out Born to be wild G, header on the highway My way is the highway so light it up [bad word] roll with the Vicious) Deaf bridges of rap rock the bathroom to slippers Off the top like big tiger, fingerling with a number 23 sticka I get it in, [bad word] settling, get em in medicine man Ostrich MC's stick the head in the sand I walk away with a head in my hands And a bloody bootleg of each [bad word] in your pan (Realize that this so called hype, is nothing more than the bag of [bad word] to the gods of creation, now parish) [Verse 3: Dopey Rotten] Shut them off, cut em down, when you die, you're free Used [bad word] with the gunners like RVP No close doors, got the master key Watching get burned to the third degree 6'3" MC here to kill you, just to have a problem and I think I still do It's a Déjà vu and it's long overdue, most of y'all have alot to live up to Alot of talkin' not alot of action Chillin' in your mansion talking about fashion The passion is absent, this satisfaction I'm here to conquer like the old saxons The main attraction would happen, feel the new contracion We lasting, laugh at you [bad word] Blasting, and trashing, smash if we clash We surpassing, no bashing, no classics, what?!