Rocket

[Verse 1: Skits Vicious]

If they thought rap was dead tell the heads shit is resurrected.

Battle royale, you won't last a second.

The rhyme gets injected like smack in your bloodstream.

Dope D.O.D. is the code for the drugfiends.

Grab the frontseat and witness the crispness.

Six inch saringes turn innards to liquids.

I'm like Keith Flint mixed with Sticky Fingers,

Or a cross between Jason, the Fly and the Riddler.

This ain't horrorcore, it's a Stephen King thriller.

I curse yo' ass worse than that fat dude in thinner.

I'm tippin a stripper thats grippin my zipper,

She whispers she never had sex with a killer.

Life on the streets from the pimps to the drifters.

Seven sin sickness, I spit David Finchers.

Get my hands dirty and chop of your fingers,

For stickin ya nose in my business. S.V.

[Hook]

Countdown, step into the cockpit. Take flight !

Duckdown, when you in the moshpit. Fist fight!

Sex, drugs, yeah we gonna rock it. Get hyped!

Blast off! Yeah we like a rocket

[Verse 2: Jay Reaper]

Yes, you best believe your shit ain't affecting me.

Infectious I confess like STD, test me please if you wanna rest in peace.

I'm semtex put your chest where your legs should be.

Explosive, my skin is corrosive, the state of psychosis.

With coke that I sniff I'm in the state of being hopeless.

Hiphop hypnosis, my flow is so soapless.

And so I'm the ghost of the north coast ocean.

Harpoon topshotta stigmata on my body.

Hear the devil say: Hakuna Matata

I'm a goon with a lot of pissed coons

And we got a lot of shrooms in our system.

Yet I'm cool with my kala,

Going up and down like sisyphus.

Niggas here they must be kidding us,

Cause once I start to bust I'm Darth Sidious.

Hart serious, dark images the force of the darkside is limitless.

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dopey Rotten]

Ghosttown bombsquad we dropping it.

We the shit and you full of it.

I'm a old dog new tricks laughing at the punks in the bizz.

There's nothing left to do but reminisce.

Still candy flipping got the booze in the mix.

Britain's in my bloodline you out for six.

Took your spot easily ya didn't even notice.

Fuck all these politics this rapgame is bogus.

We're coming at you ferocious the coldest hell freezes over.

We got it all fixed figured out the system there's more then one glitch.

Reaper, Vicious, Rotten here to change the script.

Noisia's in the house making atoms split.

You can leave it up to us cause we master this.

Dope D.O.D. is here just to end your bliss.

There's a lot more victims on the waiting list.

[Hook]