Dope Republic

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jester] Yo, it's me, the insane physicist I'm slurpin your guts and your eyelids in my dinner dish Yeah, wagin' wars that'll make you so pale Y'all fake Atheists that prayed for saviors, woah... I see when your visions distorted You send henchmen But I sent'em right back out with that rigarmortis Well verse so well-known I melt stones 'Til you hear the bell tones, I'm calling Hell home Savage poems crafted from three rappin zones Stackin bones studios lookin just like the catacombs Make you bleed on yo canvas, rappers acquire that I fire With machine gun mechanics! The beef eater You know that I spit it liver, I'm overturnin the cyphers To nothin but rings of fire! Yo fake base, you betta dead it You pathetic, you'll die like Eazy, get injected and forgetted, bitch! [Verse 2: Cobra] My penmanship is Heaven sent — Effortless but it's venomous I don't bump no one and except for my record spin Interrupt your bloodstream with four doses of morphine Thanos rings, Thor screams, I'm on Gorr's team Guess my bitch's pregnant but that bitch's only fourteen Every line holmes will throw you to the pinecones And your rhymes gone just like the legacy of Saigon I go crazy; Every bars bananas This is the season of pumpkins in the pajamas Black-n-white tonight like we hangin with pandas I be standin by the Devil while everyone's dancin This ain't a game but she blowin out my cartridge Bustin nuts and never stop just cuz I'm heartless I work hard, I'm being the hardest just for your amaze So you better exit the maze... (Lobo) [Verse 3: LowTierGod] The flow murderous I leave you in a hearse stiff I serve sermons assertive, the metaphor merciless Perverse lurkin herbs worshipped in where the serpent live Spit Turkish Prix, I'm Overprime like Paragon Unscrew the mic and this ain't fair if they comparing you to I Idolize my experiences, time to euthanize, truth and lies Just the rhymes justify what I articulated and I innovated I'm inundated with proof so... truly brah, you can't debate it We camp in Lakes and we living on the edge of greatness Tossing headless cadavers when the mass afraid of Get mutilated when they masqueradin Chief villain weak MCs I keep killin With no mask and cape shit, I'ma monkey ape mix Leave trash-ass rappers in the trash decayed After I bash in your face in many times often With the blades that Jacob and Jason gave me [Verse 4: C-Eight] The body snatcher equipping a Glock to shot these bastards Rock the block with shepherds Cock shotties and leave you splattered I leave you shattered and scattered across the morgue floor I keep flippin like spatules The kidnapper who body bag you You see your whole life flash thru Your eyes, you paralyzed and turned into a statue Start the chase around the lake pursue in Jason's pace With Leatherface's chainsaw and the robe of Ghostface I'ma mad basketcase.... My enemies stunned and quit Dont make me run upon your crib and start to son yo kids Cuz I dont play fair, I keep molestating infants during the daycare You see that hospital bed? You will lay there I hate this rap shit homie I swear I really do Cuz I hate every cornball rapper that really thinks he cool So here we go now, Smackdown showdown finna turn RAW You see this pure rage coming from this lion's paw and claw There is a fine line between grind and lie, wow... Where's all the cornballs now rhymin loud and wildin out?! I keep pullin out Irons that are similar to Mike Tyson's bouts