JCVD Słoń & Dope D.O.D.

[Zwrotka 1: Jay Reaper]
Do not poke this man, I'm explosive, Ka-Blem!
With my hands I can stand just like Jean-Claude van Damme
Map out them plans, making sure my plane land
This is new territory, now it's mine, I demand
Goddamn, flying kick to your face, I get high as shit
Cocaine on the plate, I'm a bad bit
No pain, no mofe gain, I admire it
Getting violent, I can't shut my fucking eyelids

[Zwrotka 2: Słoń]
Pęka rzepka, wjechał betonowy lowkick
A lewy prosty wyłącza ci znienacka korki
Spocznij ziom, wszystko jest oki doki
To konflikt zbrojny, Słoń i Dope D.O.D
Mam ten flow i zwrotki, ciągle wkurwiam ich
Ośmioręki wojownik, czuję głód jak wilk
Ty ledwo jęczysz, plując resztką kłów na ring
Wersy jakby pisał Saenchai, leci but na ryj

[Zwrotka 3: Skits Vicious]
You want the elbow or the shell tow?
Flesh from your bloody skull sticks to the fence like velcro
You better stick to the fence, 'cause the rhymes that we kick hurt worse than a below the belt blow
I'll leave you redder than Elmo
Wanna Fight Club on the side, I sell soap, tell y'all
Sorry, excuse, or a truce? That's hell no
Send them all to hell bro, Bloodsport