Blood Shake - Salmo, Dope D.O.D.

Dead niggas on the premises I sin yeah

Zulu nigga with a motherfucking thin spear

I’ve been clear get yo' fucking ass in here

The shit niggas talk don’t impress cos' I’ve been there

I’ve done that motherfuckers best to run back

Slap yo self' and get your cunt checked

Cos' niggas don’t bust like us

Don’t crush like us

Sniff a little dust and I feel buff like buzz

You ain’t ready for this nigga Balotelli

Pelli Pelli getting sweaty

Cos I’m freakin' with your favorite baby

You got a rain check I came to bring the pain back

Rough neck swinging with the motherfuckin' cane back

Yes we’ve been endorsed by four horsemen of course awesome

Never lost to first caution I floss often like I’m Mark Boss I’m cautious

Yeh, now head banging to you’re nauseous

See when I come in I’m sweating like the running man

Game of deaths Skits V got the upper hand

My body check turns your body to a bloody wreck

You and your girlfriends yeah your buddy’s next

Blood thirsty I stalk with the full clip

Walk my dog after dark when the moons lit

I follow footprints equipped with a tool kit

Its clockwork when my mood shift is Kubrick

I pump a fool with a lethal dosage watch their eyeballs pop out like harlequin

ichtyosis

Try to trespass my yard full of deadly Dobers

I wash the blood from their fur with some head and shoulders

Cold case no trace come through

Chopping off heads with the machete crew

Way too hard for the hit list

So I take down the stars on my shit-list

Vicious

Ciao Bella it’s the English-Dutch fella

You know its rain of terror when we collab together

You’re light as a feather

Break under pressure

Off the fucking charts man you can’t even measure

Join the adventure we out for the treasure

Heads get severed its all my pleasure

Its doomsday so we melt down the cheddar

You know Dopey Rotten as the nutty professor

Never will I give up I will be here forever

Chop you up body parts in the blender

Never surrender I always remember

Gone til November you’ll find me in Denver

Big up Maurizio it’s a joint venture

You get dismembered no first time offenders

Your world of pain has just ended

No you won’t survive because your chances are slender

Toc, toc, sono io, il tuo incubo peggiore

Billy The Kid del beat

Lirico squarciagole

Sono il king come Nat Cole

Finchè lo ripeto ti convinci che ho ragione

Dovrei aprirti gli occhi ma sei nato verme

Invertebrato inerme

La tua vita è finta dietro sembra che hai lo sfondo verde

Bella questa festa di merda

E la tua testa è un paracadute

E se non te la apro a che serve?

Dovrei cercare un alibi

La vita cambia in fretta esattamente come cambio gli abiti

Non ti fidar di me qualsiasi cosa capiti

Perché chi va con lo zoppo parcheggia al posto dei disabili

Dio mi parla nel sonno dice dividi le masse

Chiede se i politici pagano mai le tasse

Per lo show chiama 3 volte 6

Per il flow non serve translate

Shake, shake, shake your blood