LYRICS:
umbravo:
i bomb-on-ya-text, trust me im awesome-with-plex/
im a violent nigga, ill put his head off-in-his-chest/
and take it off-of-his-neck, i mean the mark-of-his-set/
shit and piss on it and throw it on his corpse-for-the-rest/
you a broke ass bitch and ya momma-is-next/
my doe like run on sentences, all commas-in-checks/
hike up your skirt little girl, i see your cunt-in-ya-dress/
all the real niggas know u gay, no need to front-for-the-rest/
with glocks-and-uzis, ill come up to you block-and-do-thee/
clappin in theatre, i even shot-the-movie/
you just made cause im real and your not-like-cooties/
ill fuckin slice off ya ugly dome like the top-on-new-jeeps/
you say you clappin-rugers, somebody got ya ass-influenced/
ill leave no remanders in ur clique like math-and-neuters/
im passing-buddhas, i dont wanna have-to-shoot-ya/
but you talking to much shit, imma have-to-do-ya/
FATAL NYGHTMARE:
This dude's phony as fuck, I'm down-to-hurt-a-faker/
Who'da thought D.O.R. would face a Bow Wow impersonator/
Dude is way too young to come and face-a-vet/
Only time his 'shits' 'cocked' is during 'anal-sex'/
I'll break-his-neck, this kid is only wishin-we-shook/
Every 'line' of his is 'bitten', like he a 'fish-on-a-hook'/
The Crucifiyah? Bitch it's evident that you's-a-liar/
He gettin tugged thru the mud.. in 'drag mode' like dude's-attire/
..When I'm spittin I be kickin that potent-shit/
I stay killin funk like a stick of deodorant/
Ask the kid where his focus-went, I stay scramblin-brains/
Grab-by-the-reigns, and blow his fuckin back-out-his-frame/
I'm emaculate with the raps-I-kick, you gettin touched-hoe/
I'll do you like your crew, we gonna leave you cut-throat/
So think before you speak, and put some thought when you rhymin-now/
Cuz the only time you want beef with D.O.R. is if we dinin-out/
