Stricknine - Dope lyrics

[Intro] [Jay Boogie] Two J's on a track, now that's what the f** I'm talkin bout... [Verse 1: J. Venom] Man f** you to all these little snitches And middle fingers up to the haters, mind ya own business Ya'll talk alot of sh**, spittin' for the pigs And I spit alot a sh**, tryin' to make it big b**h Ya'll ain't on me, ima' motherf**in' winner And I eat wacka** rappers like ya'll for dinner My rhymes blast so fast ya never know what hit ya Best get on up then out my motherf**in' kitchen Ima' fiend? So the f** what? Pa** the rig here an I'll show ya what the f** is up Pull, push, tap-tap, yeah we bangin' up f**in' hooked bro, but I love this rap stuff Black, brown, tan, white, I don't give a f** Even orange sh** if I'm stuck somewhere layin' up But that's a long story for another time So c'mon Jay, OD em' with some dope rhymes [Verse 2: Jay Boogie] I am colder than a freezer and I'm shaking like a seizure And I'm ripping my t-shirt, b**h take me to your leader I heard your dealer was cheaper, I am a seeker for the reefer Make me a believer or I will take you to the cleaners I don't want no stems, no shake and I don't want no beaners The creature takes a breather of ether just like a steamer It either gets deeper or weaker for the reaper when he's asleep because he's a dreamer Making you think he is sweeter than a teacher Then he gets eager to stick his wiener inside of a senior If she's a breeder then he gets meaner with each procedure He'll demeanor a misdemeanor with streamers then leave them hung up like a receiver More briefer than Bieber fever A life lesson learned unless you are a repeater Didn't you receive the feature of not to deceive the feeder? You're lucky I'm not a woman beater. Cause you're actin just like a b**h And faker than Cousin Skeeter [Verse 3: Dextro] It's Dextro kickin' back, three MC's smokin like the rock Jay brings the boogie with the words when we talk And Venom is the strength, similar to Eddie Brock And I tick-tock, like the clock, I shape pavement when I rock With the iron stride, there's no stoppin' me Freely, I dwell in my own personal head-space I'm treated like a creep, perverted f**in' headcase Because everything I write is similar to dope If ya break it down, take it, it is similar to coke No need to tie the rope, my art is suicide The whole thought is haunting, go out before my time Just like Hunter S. Thompson I'll put a bullet in my brain And the tool is known as a Smith and Wesson Cause when you're f**in' with the dopest This is the lesson