Bad Taste Dope D.O.D. (Ft. Nitro)

[Verse 1: Skits Vicious]
Is this the real life? Or is it fantasy?
I’m just a poor boy I need no sympathy
Easy come easy go
Little high little low
Cutting edge style of this Machete flow
We about to blow like somebody left the gas on
Killed the front row with a GoPro strapped on
Bad Taste got my tongue numb rub gums
We keep rappers' in a cage, Get the stun guns
It’s time to separate the [?]
Leatherface, Sicker than the case of Ebola
You don’t know you will never ever
Stick my tongue out, Bad Taste, [?]

[Verse 2: Dopey Rotten]
Things me and my crew do you might find disgraceful
Pins dolls voodoo we always keep it tasteful
China shop raging bull bound easy break through
Think you’re sick as fuck, But what you got is common flu
Hell you’ll have to go through
You can come join us
Everybody dies at the end, That’s a spoiler
Everything destroyer, I’m coming right for you
You should’ve known death is right around the corner
Now here we go again Rotten knows better
Always stuck together it’s still rain of terror
It’s not a cup of tea it’s whatever (whatever)
So fuck what you think I’ll have bad taste forever