paroles de chanson Sold - Dope D.O.D. feat. Skits Vicious

When it comes to the beats I bless em!
/ We in the jeep pumping Smiff n Wessun...
Quick lesson pay attention now...
When we batter ram ya fence and bring the henchmen out!
/ This type a shit'll turn a dead crowd loud,
Make a virgin pop her breast out proud... / you ain't gotta ask!
Yes I'm foul...
I'm crispy like the vinyl that you wish that
We could press up now... / Those that know me...
Know, I don't regret nothing...
/ I'm that presence in your house at night that keeps the tap running
/ Hand cuffing type, tight,
I write dynamite / Outside I chop zombies
Like dying light! / Bitch dry your eyes...
I ain't Mike Skinner...
/ I ain't on a dating site for candle light dinners!
/ I handle any loss like a winner would /
Live the life that any young man wish he could...
Sold) We got shirts at the merch half price tonight to be... (
Sold) And when ya girl see ya boy on the mic tonight her ass... (
Sold) But if you burn way below in ya afterlife ya soul... (
Sold) It's still bro's over bitches and health over riches Verse 2 Do
Yourself a favor, don't do me none...
/ They know I got the flavor I'm the groovy one!
/ It's ya friendly neighbor aka the undertaker / The only man to ever
Overrun the pentagon / With a busted taser,
I spit that self infliction / How I get the paper?
You want a job description? / I call it real rap...
They call me Skits... / Yo shit is real wack...
You call it quits That's why I'll stab ya with a pitch fork!
And chase ya through a corn field filled with
Thick fog The way I shred a face, I'm Leatherface!
With the rats in the maze on that cheddar chase!
Get that heavy bass ready for the renegade
Flow Machete blade steady slit any lames throat!
Fuck ya rules I break all
Ya get
Ya ass told to sit I reap souls that's fit to be