Till I Die
Till I Die
D.O.D. till I die as I reach for the sky
I see the people divide
Wall of death on the rise
Everyone on the left
Everyone on the right
At the drop of the drum like
Three, Two, One, Strike!
Body Parts hit the ceiling pipes
Bloody marks and zombie bites
The duo roars when on these mics
Lion jaws with the pride (behind us)
Hate us, like us, can't define us
Labels scared to sign us
Cause they know we don't make no fake old carbon copy type stuff
Right off the motherfucking spike bat, I slice heads
Necks, legs and biceps, who's next? Yes! I like that
This is break your face rap, no need for no face app
To those at home don't try this
It's D.O.D. till I die bitch
D.O.D. till I die
Throw yo hands in the sky
D.O.D. till I die
Throw yo hands in the sky