When I'm in the zone everything turns black
I never sleep long I just take dirt naps
Captain of the ghost ship, hand me the rope quick
Conquer the storm on some skeleton coast shit
Rhymes cover every wall in the house
Some bread is off the books I keep it all in the couch
Some people wanna beef believe we sorting it out
Whatever way you want it do it all with a smile
Crocodile grin ripping limbs off... Death roll
On a highway to hell at this booth you pay death toll
I'm D.U.Ing with a sex doll shotgun sawed off
Ready when the cops come
You should knock on wood I would if I was you
Cause when the chips are down they take it out on you
But then you hear the white noise static
And you're walking down the path snuff rapping in the attic
The rhyme style is traumatic, couple cans in the system and we get a little barbaric
Still smoking on that highschool sweetheart
I Guess I rip a rapper to shreds you see the teeth marks
And so the code is... P.R.S.V
Original coke yeah we don't push no pepsi
I hit 'em with a killshot, still hot
Quit no I will not, skills up, spill guts, king of the hilltop
Your opinion you can stick it where the you know what
From the mountain peak I look down
Game stuck in a judo lock, It's my crown
Good luck tryna surf my wave you might drown
V1 we on eons beyond the rest
Neon Tee on, peons, a game of chess
Any style you want, I do it all
I ain't through at all wicked with the voodoo do
Dope D.O.D. & Skits Vicious & Chubeats - PIRATE RADIO Lyrics
Dope D.O.D. & Skits Vicious & Chubeats - PIRATE RADIO Lyrics
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When I'm in the zone everything turns black
I never sleep long I just take dirt naps
Captain of the ghost ship, hand me the rope quick
Conquer the storm on some skeleton coast shit
Rhymes cover every wall in the house
Some bread is off the books I keep it all in the couch
Some people wanna beef believe we sorting it out
Whatever way you want it do it all with a smile
Crocodile grin ripping limbs off... Death roll
On a highway to hell at this booth you pay death toll
I'm D.U.Ing with a sex doll shotgun sawed off
Ready when the cops come
You should knock on wood I would if I was you
Cause when the chips are down they take it out on you
But then you hear the white noise static
And you're walking down the path snuff rapping in the attic
The rhyme style is traumatic, couple cans in the system and we get a little barbaric
Still smoking on that highschool sweetheart
I Guess I rip a rapper to shreds you see the teeth marks
And so the code is... P.R.S.V
Original coke yeah we don't push no pepsi
I hit 'em with a killshot, still hot
Quit no I will not, skills up, spill guts, king of the hilltop
Your opinion you can stick it where the you know what
From the mountain peak I look down
Game stuck in a judo lock, It's my crown
Good luck tryna surf my wave you might drown
V1 we on eons beyond the rest
Neon Tee on, peons, a game of chess
Any style you want, I do it all
I ain't through at all wicked with the voodoo do
I never sleep long I just take dirt naps
Captain of the ghost ship, hand me the rope quick
Conquer the storm on some skeleton coast shit
Rhymes cover every wall in the house
Some bread is off the books I keep it all in the couch
Some people wanna beef believe we sorting it out
Whatever way you want it do it all with a smile
Crocodile grin ripping limbs off... Death roll
On a highway to hell at this booth you pay death toll
I'm D.U.Ing with a sex doll shotgun sawed off
Ready when the cops come
You should knock on wood I would if I was you
Cause when the chips are down they take it out on you
But then you hear the white noise static
And you're walking down the path snuff rapping in the attic
The rhyme style is traumatic, couple cans in the system and we get a little barbaric
Still smoking on that highschool sweetheart
I Guess I rip a rapper to shreds you see the teeth marks
And so the code is... P.R.S.V
Original coke yeah we don't push no pepsi
I hit 'em with a killshot, still hot
Quit no I will not, skills up, spill guts, king of the hilltop
Your opinion you can stick it where the you know what
From the mountain peak I look down
Game stuck in a judo lock, It's my crown
Good luck tryna surf my wave you might drown
V1 we on eons beyond the rest
Neon Tee on, peons, a game of chess
Any style you want, I do it all
I ain't through at all wicked with the voodoo do
Writer: Frank Boersma
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Dope D.O.D. & Skits Vicious & Chubeats
Language: English
Length: 1:39
Written by: Frank Boersma