Dope D.O.D. - Red Right Hand (Prod. by P Songolo)

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Lyrics by Dope D.O.D.
Produced by Peter Songolo
Artwork by MrGhostwriter

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There is no underplay in the name of rap group, Dope D.O.D. (Duo of Darkness). Their brand of music is sinister and sometimes difficult to stomach. They channel the dark misogynistic undertones captured in gangster rap and the jokingly macabre antics reminiscent of artists like Eminem.

Despite many of their obvious American influences they bring in elements from their homeland. They utilize the dark rifts that historically personified Dutch music culture, incorporating the cinematic tendencies of dark ambient sounds, and seemingly taking cues from the intensity of Black and Death Metal.

Dope D.O.D. is unruly onstage and the audience is just as wild. Mosh pits breakout on the floor as well as hardcore dancing. Expect them to jump around in a crazed havoc and insight the audience to go beyond the threshold of reasonable fun.

In summary please do not take your parents to see this show or any young children unless you want them to be irrevocably corrupted.

Lyrics:
Murder murder understand / Ya fuckin with a badman / Got a dusty black coat / With a red right hand / Getting buried under sand / 6 feet aint deep enough / Niggaz dead inside the head / Like Zombies they be creeping up / Blade to the forehead / then i got some more led / Running scared Oleg / lets chop it up No legs / These niggaz getting no pass / niggaz getting no nash / I got both / let me pop those / ill get sleep when I'm dead / People show that hate / never show they face / blow that base / Feel the shockwave / blew em back into the rotor blades / Its a cold case / all these rappers they like snowflakes / I got no faith / May their motherfuckin bones break / Bones break / bones break / On Halloween we role play / Bitches better keep up with my pace / I'm like Ghostface / Cause on most days I'm sticking 2 the plan / I make these niggaz make amends with the red right hand.

Happy Hallowizzle people shrivel up and drop / when our eyes lock skulls just sizzle till they pop / turn ya ugly mug to a pringles box, pimple pus / got salt for the slugs, PCP, sprinkle dust / LSD it's a must, Roll a tree, take a puff / Rock Co.kane flow, R.I.P. to the Dove / Now watch how we K.O. them, peace to the K.O.M. / me, P, Jay n them worldwide like KLM / ain't no man that's gonna live to tell the tale, they tuck their tail / I'll tell this shit in such detail, the train of thought you're on derails / scales getting tipped, frail males getting ripped / soy boys getting kicked in a pit bottomless / climb fences I'm taking the side entrance / I'm taking my time testing the taste of divine vengeance / Tell Jack O I'm back yo, they shake in my presence / Then I disappear in thin air in zero point five seconds.

Dope D.O.D. - Red Right Hand