Dope D.O.D. & Skits Vicious & Chubeats - WHITE NOISE (feat. Fredro Starr)

This is the part where I rip you apart
Punch a hole in your chest then I pull out your heart
If you thought that was dark
I don't know where to start
I'm a blowtorch with bars
You can tell by the sparks
From the depths of the earth I return to my turf
I am bloodthirsty in every sense of the word
Let the sentence reverse
All you peasants are cursed
I emerge from the dirt
With the bugs on my shirt
Show no sign of emotions
I stick to the mission
I crush my opponents like fatal collision
Don't lie cause I see the fear in both yo eyes
Think twice and pick on someone that's your own size
This is a song that you shoot up your school to
The last thing they you play when the cops start to shoot you
Head to the centre and burn down some buildings
Wu was... But S.V. is not for the children
Listen bitches this is my voice
In the static of the white noise
Ignorant figure, typical stimulant slipper
Narcotic finger tip licker, psychotic simple shit kicker
Platonic wrinkled clit licker, spit vomit, pimple, lip blister
The Mr whisper insister, Skits I should stick to my meds
Close to the edge I explode on these tracks
No joke you collapse with a hole in your head
It's cold in the trench and the night is upon us
You won't see tomorrow if you try to cross us
The brain in my dome is as dead as a zombie
I ate my own leg with some salt and wasabi
Alone in my van with the drugs in my coffee
I'll drive through a fence if the cops try to stop me
Collecting the skulls of the best in the biz
The torso is left with a note in it's ribs
You wanted that hardcore then this is the right choice
Rip up that cardboard and enter the White Noise

Written by:
Frank Boersma, Fred Scruggs

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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