2 Dope

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Crash bars, cash cards
mash it fast classical classes/
get cha gashed by my blade
this is slade wilson, sit still son
this is my deathstroke, i'm 2 dope/
bust a bar, chin up baby par
you ain't steaming i'm pressing up heat rocks
and leave in place quicker than a NASCAR race/
on it face chase king clapper thunderclap the bitch
boast and rip flip a jar, leave you praying like a mantis/
I rant this fancy ain't it, make while the skeet is on going and in repeat
diss the feast, two piece the wig and think you big or something/
your just dummy mummy with no memory
I end my sentences with more than a renaissance/
I hit cha with more flare than swag in yo game
get off the jock, your lab is just a laptop and microphone/
I can bicycle kick these darts down ya throat
causing you to choke that's what we call 2 dope
it's mortal kombat when we bomb back fool/

this is what we call 2 dope
we smoke a pound, go round for round
this is what we call 2 dope
ripping flows, spitting bars
you know, this is 2 dope

[SKAMPOE]

I hit cha with more flare than swag in yo game

I can bicycle kick these darts down ya throat

I rant this fancy ain't it, make while the skeet is on going and in repeat
diss the feast, two piece the wig and think you big or something/
your just dummy mummy with no memory


Dope as fuck boy