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  • Onyx & Dope D.O.D. – Doomsday (Shotgunz In Hell Album)

    [Intro: Jay Reaper]
    Ey yo move mate I’m getting moody
    Cause your music you don’t move me
    I’m in the mood today to just shoot away
    Nigga too cray Paul Mooney
    Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em
    We crusade from here to UK
    Like a new plague Its to late
    We bring it, Doomsday

    [Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
    [?]
    Not with the time but she a snowflake
    In the bathroom taking a coke break
    Doing crooked shit to get the dough straight
    Fuck a jimbo we whole weight
    Pushing pounds through the whole state
    I got bullets in your brain just rotate
    Leave a nigga body in a cold state
    Rigamortis that’s when you go against niggas orders
    Electric tape like Biggie thought us
    The type that’ll kidnap niggas daughters
    Half my niggas is brain dead
    Eyes the color blood stained red
    (now is not the time for fear, that comes later)
    Like Bane said

    [Hook: Jay Reaper]
    Ey yo move mate I’m getting moody
    Cause your music you don’t move me
    I’m in the mood today to just shoot away
    Nigga too cray Paul Mooney
    Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em
    We crusade from here to UK
    Like a new plague Its to late
    We bring it, Doomsday

    [Verse 2: Skits Vicious]
    Gimmie the title I’m killin my rivals
    And any beside them with evil intent
    Trap it, Onyx D.O.D on it
    We quick to demolish your feeble event
    Read all about it we out here
    [?]
    Sticky and Dro fill em with holes
    Vicious and Reap put em to sleep
    Deadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators
    Stack of paper, back to Vegas
    Crack a bottle, smack a waiter
    So and so they sew you up
    Comatose you roasted duck
    Back on the scene with a banger
    Handle the heat with the hammer

    [Verse 3: Sticky Fingas]
    I’m still on paper fresh outta jail
    No heavenly father i was raised in hell
    Billy had her mother she was raised in bail
    Sister around the corner selling fruit cocktails
    Bitches on your knees niggas get your hands up
    Whats it gonna be? either way imma bust
    I’m movin overseas America is so fucked
    Must’ve got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?
    Its the end of the world and I’m holding a pump
    Dick to your girl while she’s rolling my blunt
    Drink in my hand while I’m slappin her butt
    If its doomsday imma go nuts
    Take you apart see what you’re made of
    Playing a part, your whole life’s made up
    Take out your heart, see what your brain does
    Soon its death what you afraid of?

    [Outro: Jay Reaper]
    Ey yo move mate I’m getting moody
    Cause your music you don’t move me
    I’m in the mood today to just shoot away
    Nigga too cray Paul Mooney
    Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em
    We crusade from here to UK
    Like a new plague Its to late
    We bring it, Doomsday