Dope D.O.D - Brutality (Orton) | Текст песни

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[Jay Reaper]:
I can run into a brickwall and burst that shit open
The brickwall exploding, I’m smoking
I could start choking myself and not croak then
I once had an overdose coke, I’m still rolling
Losing my shit
We boozed, now we cruising, the crew’s in a whip
And we jumped the first dude on some lucifer shit (so what he did)
So he tried to use a crucifix, I stripped his flesh, abused his bitch (Ohh)
The bitch had beautiful tits
I slit that wrist then passed her to Skits (Hello)
See we way passed packing a clip
I’m a passionate dick, start stabbing your clit
A motherfucking hazardous prick
And I laugh like the pastor herrasing them kids
See we back in the bussines
So bad its balistic
Your limbs and your back look badly constricted!

[Hook]:
Kick, Punch, Rip, Stab!
Grip, crush, Hit, Grab!
Bloodrush, limbs crack!
Thats a Brutality!

Grip, crush, hit, grab!
Kick, punch, rip, stab!
Cut guts, chin smashed!
Thats a Brutality…

[Dopey Rotten]:
Step in to the cage and test my warrior mentality
No casualties multiple fatalities
I’m battling myself multiple personalities
If you in the way it’s just a minor technicality
Fuck ya nationality, you lack originality
No eventualities your end is a certainly
Killing my specialty, your not special see
These grimey inner city folks yeah we got the recipe
See us as an enemy we’ll slaughter your family
I never even heard of human rights and humanity
Plan moves tactically, do the job happily
It’s another tragedy that happened randomly
You want a quick death?
Jump off the balcony
My twisted fantasy causes agony
This killer instinct it comes naturally
Now come and step up and then witness brutality

[Hook]:
Kick, Punch, Rip, Stab!
Grip, crush, Hit, Grab!
Bloodrush, limbs crack!
Thats a Brutality

Grip, crush, hit, grab!
Kick, punch, rip, stab!
Cut guts, chin smashed!
Thats a Brutality…

[Skits Vicious]:
Beavis Butts heads with a metal skull
I got claws, no hands each finger is a tentacle
My weapon is a wrecking ball
The way enemy’s splatter is a spectacle
With the rats I crawl as I tag the wall
Guess I’m gonna win the tournament after all…
Above a spike pit we stand on polls
A sucka might slip and his ass will fall
(Now…) Some call me a cannibal
Guess the jokes on you, but it sure ain't practical
My warfare is tactical
I reach through ya chest with a force that grabs your soul
I stare at a massive hole
As you collapse to the floor like a rag doll
My eye’s melt your remains with a laser beam!
As I look up at the sky in a rage I scream:
Brutality!

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