D.O.D. till the end of my days
Shitfaced till I lay in my grave
Risky ways I misbehave
Never ever ever imma hit the brakes
Never gone split my wage
But I'll split ya face, come get a taste
And my shit is great and your shit more fake
Then Ricky Lake
Niggaz talk too much, thats why i got sticky tape
And that shit you praise that shit more gay
Then prison rape
Get your hip displaced, make them disappear
Like a missing case
You misinformed if you think I'll break
The only way I break is like a pressure plate
See that mean i'm building up torque and shit
Niggaz don't want no part in this
Take it back or your heart get ripped
You're fucking with a goddamn narcissist
Arsonist, till i'm dead with no pot to piss
D.O.D. on my sarcophagus
We dropping hits for the apocalypse
D.O.D. till I die as I reach for the sky
I see the people divide
Wall of death on the rise
Everyone on the left
Everyone on the right
At the drop of the drum like
Three, Two, One, Strike!
Body Parts hit the ceiling pipes
Bloody marks and zombie bites
The duo roars when on these mics
Lion jaws with the pride (behind us)
Hate us, like us, can't define us
Labels scared to sign us
Cause they know we don't make no fake old carbon copy type stuff
Right off the motherfucking spike bat, I slice heads
Necks, legs and biceps, who's next? Yes! I like that
This is break your face rap, no need for no face app
To those at home don't try this
It's D.O.D. till I die bitch
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
Throw yo hands in the sky
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
Throw yo hands in the sky
D.O.D. till I decompose
Raziel I will reave these souls
Even when we don't breathe no more
The legacy will be there for y'all
We the duo you can't fuck with
Like Onyx, Spliff and Busta
Or Red and Meth, Freak and Sticks
They the only ones that's up there
We the rebel voice of the next gen
Culture vultures we wreck them
Yeah fuck a gang of yes men
There's nothing left but a last stand
The bass'll knock your teeth out
Let's take it back to G-town
Dj break that beat down
I'll let the reaper speak now, peace out
You put too much trust in yo' posse
I knock bitches out like Bill Cosby
These niggaz here dont wanna box me
I got a dark soul like Miyazaki
Come and dance with the apostles
And I use my hands like the movie Hostel
You'll shit yo pants, trying to act macho
Turn rappers to a potroast
This Jayreap no roscoes
And I cook em crisp like cockroach
Got the coke nose like narcos
I stay D.O.D. till I croak
These bitches don't want no smoke
Ain't got no hope eternal darkness strikes
For the last time the sunrise
Stay D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
Throw your hands in the sky
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
Throw your hands in the sky
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
Throw your hands in the sky
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
D.O.D. till I die
Throw your hands in the sky