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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#90,008 today
Peak #801
#8,553 in subgenre
Peak #64
Author
Simpson, Ellis D, Sector Zero
Rights
2008
Uploaded
January 27, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:18
Lyrics
Do it
bump yer head to it
Do it
put the knife to it
do it
put yer fist right threw it
do it do it
2x
Ellis D
to much bone marrow
your sterile
What about my past answer
to the last question
u got ass cancer
from all the stretchin
show u what I'm best in
blessin , the rest of the session
so quit testin
bloody messes
on yer best dresses
progressin my profession
that's what im best in
listen and quit ur bitchin
i'll never stop spittin
i'm livin
Brains narrow
rollin in a four barrel camero
slice your bone marrow
fly off like a sparrow
i dont care yo
you got nothin
so shut yer fuckin lips
and quit duckin
from hollow point
stuck in ...ya fuckin face
your strait erased
and yer head placed
on a platter
your whole steez dont matter
piss yourself like a squeezed bladder
cut the chitter chatter
or ill splatter
madder then the hatter
take yer wife and ball batter
her skull shattered
like the dreams of the rest of yer days
your punk ass is made
drain yer veins like a razorblade
yo im quick to flip
bite yer neck like a rotty
no head recovered
with the uncovered body
im scott free
Do it
bump yer head to it
Do it
put the knife to it
do it
put yer fist right threw it
do it do it
2x
Sector Zero
It's the bomb ironic
I'm still droppin it atomic
still sippin the gin and tonic
trippin and flippin on buddha's chronic
I flaunt it
Then I'm rippin thru you
cuz i'm on it
One kid who's iconic
still rippin demonic
I forgot it
no need to pause it.....
I'm a fuckin king
cuz i orbit your shit
like saturns rings
in the cosmics
Supersonic electronics
next to bubonic
too raw kid ....you get split to blitz
Your better off nauseous
let my cock fit
where your pops did
Do it
bump yer head to it
Do it
put the knife to it
do it
put yer fist right threw it
do it do it
2x
when i pop three
hits of e
you cant stop ME
cant drop me
im ungodly
so step on in its hell im making
no debatin
the fuckin son of satan
your gods whore
got shanks and gore if you want WAR!!!
embedd a fuckin sqeringe tip in yer lips
grab a bitch
by her flabby hips
ill gladdly trip
im madly bad
ive aint had hits
im tragic
like a bus a full of kids
rollin of a bridge
losing thier lids
born with the skill
throw u on a grill just to kill
listen to the shrill of my drill
puncture the ozone of ur skull
understand the blade is dull
im plainly raw
walkin tall
5'9 on the wall
pop ya jaw
break the law
take ur womans bra
just to piss u off
i won't stop
unless caps are popped
best raps are dropped
invest cash that's mopped
Do it
bump yer head to it
Do it
put the knife to it
do it
put yer fist right threw it
do it do it
2x
Im laughin at you
Smash and blast thru you
Through your wall
Attacked you
Now I'm movin past you
When I use the bathroom
shit out the book of Matthew
I digest the Bible
liable to kick the shit outta Belial
Big fat Canadian
fuckin up your lady again
And then
Again and again
You get a paddlin
With my pad and pen
Indestructible and unfuckable
I got more hooks then Cliff Huxtable
More probably than not
You'll get put on the spot
And busted in the snot
I'm casually informal
You wanna mess with the paranormal
You'll be ingested from my cornhole
Drop through my personal portable porthole
Into the fourth dimension
I've cloned myself
Into 33 radical magical henchmen
And did I mention
They wanna have a bench pressin session
Then teachin you a fuckin lesson
Do it
bump yer head to it
Do it
put the knife to it
do it
put yer fist right threw it
do it do it
2x
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