Hyenas 2 - Dope D.O.D., ChuBeats

Haha, the way to do this one

Let’s fucking do this shit

I’m the sickest of these whack MC’s

You ain’t ready (you ain’t ready)

I’m gonna wait a beat

(Heads ain’t ready, heads ain’t ready)

Skits Vicious, Jay Reaper, hah

What?!

You ain’t ready

I’m like Jamaicans with machetes

Jason versus freddy, in my early twenties

And I murder many temporary advisories

Hatchet Harry style when the three card bragged

Chief with a smile…

For whose who found acid heavy

I got drugs that will keep you high for half a century

(TIME WARP)

Fast forwardians, skull like prehistrians

I’m what happened with the mass worn by Dorian

(YOU BRUTE)

Burning witches, when I’m done gasoline pouring 'them

Word to Vicious got the baddest teen warrien

Whether they will perish at the hands of the menace

I’m staring at your family members, standing on your terrace…

As soon as you close your eyes

I’m in your house at night like a Poltergeist

Hold the mic

Eight long Stan won’t suffice

The biggest man alive barley reaches my shoulder height

I am like Raven McCoy with throwing knife

I’ll choke 'his wife with a wire on 'her own porch

(BITCH)

Then grab a pair of pliers and a blowtorch

It torture so on it and so forth

Anyone who wanna fuck with me —

I’ll leave your head

Open, no back holding

It’s a fact that my rap stolen

I’m crack smoking in the back of the Jack Logan

We kept rolling through the city, now we back bowling

I hit pins and strings like 'little Wayne

The king of the brain and what I bring oblivion

With that extract delicious exquisiteness

The hip of shit get this, for your kids it’s as a Christmas gift

(AHHH)

It’s like sex, I’m an ecstasy

I pop ex, pop next, when 'you're next to me

I lift rope, sniff coke

That’s my recipe to wreck MC’s, to pieces till I rest in peace

So, what the fuck is stress relief?!

I put us back on the flow, and break that chest to peace

It’s sees belief, I’m the reason that your pest can’t breath

Call me «Death», make your rest in the sea

Niggas talk to the Vicious: «Me and Skits Vicious — we mean business»

Special Beam cannon to you bitches

Denise Richards, he gets a shock while I pose for the picture

Dope D.O.D.- with a hole in the system