Dope D.O.D. – Keyser Söze lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, ayy

[Verse 1: Skits Vicious]
You will come to know, when the bullet hits the bone (Bang)
Better get a medic on the phone
Let alone, how I set a tone
James Earl Jones was baritone
Drag a dead rapper through my catacombs (Cannibal)
Catapult Hannibal
Capital, S to the V
Come ride on my carousel
This shit drops like a kettlebell
Slaps like the latch on the leather belt
It makes metal melt
I raise hella hell
Walk through the gates, set it off
Aim for the brain, let it off
Click, dark ruler, dart shooter
The type to pull up to your work like a car poola
That spark Buddha
Far as the rumors go, harm you can do me no
Y'all know the name
And Kwam is the future yo (The future)
Days are shorter
Nights are colder
Got the last laugh, Keyser Söze

[Verse 2: Jay Reaper]
Keyser Söze
These niggas sleeping let me put em’ in a coma
I light the fucking place on fire now it's over (Now it's over)
Come take a ride on my haunted roller coaster
Ready to die, are you ready for Jehovah?
Jay Reapz, Skitz, Kwam, taking over
We let the venom in your blood, king cobra
I got the venom in my heart, never sober
See, if you fucking with the gods, I’m a scold ya
Deutschland, was geht ab?
Dope D. O. D. And Kwam reppin' Hansestadt
And now, my funds is up, and my guns is up
And niggas getting shot down like Nintendo ducks
So come and get a piece of this
Niggas don't believe but I'm gon' send them back to Jesus quick
You fucking with the Reaper bitch
Ghost town, Hamburg, we rep for one another
From the gutter to the top
I be backing up my brother

[Verse 3: Kwam. E]
Come and take a ride, with me
I'll show you how I live (Yeah)
Ashy Ash Trays, Weed Crumbs auf dem Tisch
Kwam. E und Dope D. O. D. Komm´ dich kriegen
Untergrund wie Bin Laden in 2007
Fick dein Frieden, Diggi wir sind zu verschieden
Deine Stuten mit denen du fickst sehen aus wie Bauernziegen
Zieh dich warm an, Abercrombie und Fitch
Denn der Slenderman ist ein Nix gegen Skits
Pass den Spliff und ich mach dir 10 Hits
Alles was ich brauche nur mein Grips und Notizen
Deathnote-Flows, Leute sterben, wenn wir kritzeln
Fliegen auf Wolke 17, bewerfen Rapper mit Blitzen
How you wanna die? You decide [Blood?]
Wenn du uns siehst, denkst du Suicide Squad
Skimaske runter, rein in dein Bunker
Nimm dir dein Cash, ps4 samt Controller, what?
Was dann? Spit flames here I come
Eine Punchline trifft 300 Mann
Boss Mentality, Ricky Rozay
Hahahaha, Keyser Söze, pussy

[Chorus]
Who wanna fuck with us?
Wen willst du testen?
Wer als letzter lacht, der lacht am besten
Who wanna fuck with us?
Wen willst du testen?
Wer als letzter lacht, der lacht am besten
Who wanna fuck with us?
Wen willst du testen?
Wer als letzter lacht, der lacht am besten
Who wanna fuck with us?
Wen willst du testen?
Wer als letzter lacht, der lacht am besten

[Outro]
Hahahahahaha
The last laugh motherfuckers
Dope D. O. D
Kwam. E
For the 2-0-1-9
Keyser Söze, the invisible, untouchable, we out of here
Ahahahaha