[Verse 1: Jay Reaper]
This shit is dark, I got no heart
Nothing in my chest and I feel no spark
I must confess, that bitch gone die
If she take that ride come get in my car
We don't click, 'cause I got issues
Head sick, I kiss my sickle
Sick like sickle cell anemia
So slick yo blood trickle
My shit dark like I eat all fibers
Zulu blood, I'm a true survivor
All black, I'm the devil's designer
You lookin' in the eye of the tiger
I must feed, I must succeed
This n***a will reach for the title
I must breed and spread my seed
This n***a gun cock like a rifle
Death come quick when we meet in the backstreet
Dead bodies in my jeep on the backseat
Bad meat, better clap or stab me
I'm a menace to your motherfuckin' family
And I'm a menace to society
Don't lie to me, don't hire me
If you want nobody else to die in here
Bring your motherfuckin' riot gear
[Verse 2: Skits Vicious]
Give me that cocaine
I don't feel no pain
Soundman turn me up
I don't hear no gain
When I rap eyes roll back (Is he okay?)
The 2-word answer would be (No way!)
No fear, no shame, no heart, no brain
Vodka and OJ, golfing with O.J
Never try to figure my code name
Now you took a dig at your own grave
See when I spit, I just throw flames
Blow planes up, make you tell your kids that it's all made up
Until I paint your crib with your Pitbull's guts
And everything stops
Blackout, ain't no way to back out
Welcome to the madhouse, laugh out loud like a lunatic
He say, she say, I say, do that shit
DJ Paul, D.O.D., Freddy Krueger shit
This is as dark as a tar pit
I blow the dust of the target
Anyone in here that starts shit
Gets turned to a smoldering carcass
As I let the Martians march in
Marking the day that the sky gets darkened
Darts in my dart gun piercing your heart
My dad told me from the start
This life is hard
Rainy cold and grey this world is dark
Hope there's land ahead with all these sharks
We smoking on that hash that shit is dark
Sticky black and strong that shit hits hard
Every beat we pick we keep it dark
Heavy on the sub that shit kicks hard
Three 6 and the Dope, we keep it dark
Fuck your rest in peace
This shit is dark
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Like the colour of my Glock and the kind on my hoodie
When I'm walking up on a mark
They'll be no conversation
No question marks, specially waiting for him to park
Killed the dog so it couldn't even bark
Hid behind bushes and all the tree bark
Soon as he start to get up out the car
Ran upon his bitches where they are
This shit so dark just like my heart
No love for a hater I'll make his heart park
And my clique so thick, so drugged up, vest up, gunned up
Run up on yo ass like narcs
Triple 6 yeah hold that part
Dope D.O.D. let that fucking dope spark
Scratch it mama hold this, put a check mark
I'll send yo ass to hell and I'll put that on
God-Damn, they must don't know who the fuck I am
God-Damn, they must don't know who the fuck I am
God-Damn, they must don't know who the fuck I am
Dope D.O.D. and the K.O.M