Panic Room (Dope D.O.D.)

[Skits Vicious] I turn ya scar tissue to a fresh cu While me n Jay play good cop bad cop, slice ya tats off And wear em like i was Buffalo Bill I take a couple of pills and give a couple of suckaz the chillz What the deal? box cutter and rubber gloves Gun fring it's nothing you rot in a rubber tub Some ruff uppercuts 2 da jaw sure 2 shut em up And make em wonder what then fuck keeps me doin this Or why I keep breaking crewz rigs with sewer lids I toss em like frisbeez vicious ain't new to this ...see what I'm chweing iz a magic shroom Rappers lock themselves inside a panic room Good afternoon, we turn ya whole house to ground zero I'm the slayer of the mayor, ghosttown's hometown hero Dope dod got em running with fear Now move back muthafuk's: The Onyx is here!!! [Fredro Starr] I got Monsters in my head, unconscious almost dead I hear voices putting all this nonsense in my head It makes no sense, waking up with both hands covered in blood Got your favourite rapper chain covered in mud As it hangs from the front of my truck, like an ornament I collect trophies for rappers I tormented I got em walking like zombies in this bitch One show blow him out his abercrombie & fitch you give these niggas an inch, they wanna take a mile I put the 5th to ya face take that with a smile I'm foul... yeah so fuck repercussions Black hoodie on liking like the grim reaper cousin [Chorus] You need a panic room for this shit Why is that? Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit You can't mess with sickest Who are they? Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid [Dopey Rotten] I crack skulls cause my life is dull I sold my soul ain't got a life at all Yeah I'm making the calls watch your empire fall I won't move aside my mindstate's like fuck it all No need to panic yall The world is my basketball I'm not gonna pass at all give me what I'm asking for Underground ambassador our army's coming after ya You're living in the past and ya not a time traveller Damage ya cut you in half like a paprika Used to be in front but you didn't have the stamina To keep it up now you starving like it's Africa Now witness the massacre to death ill be bashing ya Ya wife I be banging as you watch you couldn't handle her Now take ya last breath and watch me strangle her Evil right her yeah its more than pure Keep killing till my heart stops that's the cure [Jay Reaper] Crack a heineken Its time to strike the mic again Seasons switch Cycles end We blowin' up like hydrogen Now ima tell you that ya hype will end i'll grab the mighty pen This god is vigirous i'll smite ya men Ya niggas need to step it up and all Im fuckin bustin balls With flows bolder than a buffalo See no cuffs can hold this nigga cause i rock and roll And when i reach my toll i explode like Mark Ruffalo Thats why im actin kinda cynical ya'll niggas like to make shit I make gold and chrome minerals Pitiful Nevertheless im a killer cold Bad to the bone thats why im livin' by the sinners code Yeah you stepped into the dark abyss We're narcissist got a taste for bloody carcasses The problem is ya'll niggas ain't fuckin' with heated beats The real chiefs or these evil streets [Chorus] You need a panic room for this shit Why is that? Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit You can't mess with sickest Who are they? Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid [Chorus] You need a panic room for this shit Why is that? Cause when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit You can't mess with sickest Who are they? Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid [Sticky Fingaz] I take you to a place that I don't like to go I got that rifle flow cause killing niggas is like riding a bicycle And how to break a neck is something that you can't forget It's Sticky Fingaz... but you can call me face of death Nigga i won't battle rap you i just eat ya adam's apple Take you to the tabernacle, drag you through the street in shackles I come inside yo house, nigga hide inside the walls I sniff em out until I find em all My voice sounds like my stomach growling Grimey nigga what I won't do for a 100,000 This nigga something bout him, something wrong guns arouse him Always got the huns around him Hip hop is fucked without!