Dutch Capone, Dope D.O.D. - War Path Lyrics

I'm not big but trying
Its a midlife crisis
Is what they're saying on the internet
Bitch be silent!
Over the years my muscles tripled in size
While your belly is only getting bigger with time!
Please don't bother me, with your philosophies
I've heard it all, you're like Plato biting Socrates
I murder all you motherfuckers, there ain't no stopping me
'cause on the streets I run the game like we're playing monopoly
And on the beat I go insane kill mockery like Harper Lee
Don't fuck with me, Ima slaughter you with the ferocity
Like old testament I'm possibly a god you see
So get on your knees and promise me you're gonna be part of my following
You're wondering how you can make me stop?
Impossible better you gave it up
I vomit these lines 'cause every time I'm at a bar I take a shot
At anyone of you I got plenty more rounds for you
Lil prefixes, me dissing you would be child abuse
All the lean sipping got the whole scene tripping
I don't wanna seem innocent but I've been clean since uhm..
Does weed even count then I have to say yesterday
But all the other shit is a thing of the past for me
I'm on a war path
My words are made for destruction
I ain't fucking with these rappers
Not even double dutchin'
I ain't touchin that
There ain't no comin' back
I'll end up in a bodybag
Before I'd fall for that
I'm on a war path
My words are made for destruction
I ain't fucking with these rappers
Not even double dutchin'
I ain't touchin that
There ain't no comin' back
I'll end up in a bodybag
Before I'd fall for that
I'm on a warpath...When you hear the door slam:
You wake up with your face stuck in a saw trap
You want the forecast? It's raining cats and dogs
Thunderstorms, twisters, hail, ice and fog
The duo keep it dark...you know we strike em hard!
If you bleed in the water, You will invite the sharks
My appetite is never satisfied, I grab the mic
And start to wreak havoc on the planet like a parasite
(Breeding) then I eat em from the inside out..leave em...
(Bleeding) Then I squeeze em...Pop their insides out!
So get the crowd to split up...Fuck it pump that pit up!
We always got a big group of firestarters with us
And there'll be more in line when I'm passing the torch
Fuck your advice! I walk the path of war
Capone and D.O.D. we 3 mc's that rip your head off
I ain't no flat earther but...Half the scene fell off!
Put m in a body bag, dispose like snotty rag
niggaz know I got the party pack with some bacardi black
Good gas i got a stack, now feel the godly wrath
Gettin rid of me you probably gonna need a lot of staff
Cause I been buffin up, the cops can't even cuff me up
Bitches suckin up but DoD dont give a motherfuck
Catch this uppercut, right in yo upper gut and suck it up
Reppin for the streets and all the gully stuff you honey puff
Gettin lit wit Dutch Capone, now niggaz duckin low
We fuckin pros, shots ringin through yo mothers home
We take the guap, take yo telephone and styrofoam
Started at the bottom, man I started in the catacombs
We stayin on the warpath, they gettin sword stabbed
Gimme more cash door dash, you fuckin soar ass
And you can bet its gonna end up in destruction
We come to bring the ruckus
Break it down like deconstruction
I'm on a war path
My words are made for destruction
I ain't fucking with these rappers
Not even double dutchin'
I ain't touchin that
There ain't no comin' back
I'll end up in a bodybag
Before I'd fall for that
I'm on a war path
My words are made for destruction
I ain't fucking with these rappers
Not even double dutchin'
I ain't touchin that
There ain't no comin' back
I'll end up in a bodybag
Before I'd fall for that

I'm not big but trying
Its a midlife crisis
Is what they're saying on the internet
Bitch be silent!
Over the years my muscles tripled in size
While your belly is only getting bigger with time!
Please don't bother me, with your philosophies
I've heard it all, you're like Plato biting Socrates
I murder all you motherfuckers, there ain't no stopping me
'cause on the streets I run the game like we're playing monopoly
And on the beat I go insane kill mockery like Harper Lee
Don't fuck with me, Ima slaughter you with the ferocity
Like old testament I'm possibly a god you see
So get on your knees and promise me you're gonna be part of my following
You're wondering how you can make me stop?
Impossible better you gave it up
I vomit these lines 'cause every time I'm at a bar I take a shot
At anyone of you I got plenty more rounds for you
Lil prefixes, me dissing you would be child abuse
All the lean sipping got the whole scene tripping
I don't wanna seem innocent but I've been clean since uhm..
Does weed even count then I have to say yesterday
But all the other shit is a thing of the past for me
I'm on a war path
My words are made for destruction
I ain't fucking with these rappers
Not even double dutchin'
I ain't touchin that
There ain't no comin' back
I'll end up in a bodybag
Before I'd fall for that
I'm on a war path
My words are made for destruction
I ain't fucking with these rappers
Not even double dutchin'
I ain't touchin that
There ain't no comin' back
I'll end up in a bodybag
Before I'd fall for that
I'm on a warpath...When you hear the door slam:
You wake up with your face stuck in a saw trap
You want the forecast? It's raining cats and dogs
Thunderstorms, twisters, hail, ice and fog
The duo keep it dark...you know we strike em hard!
If you bleed in the water, You will invite the sharks
My appetite is never satisfied, I grab the mic
And start to wreak havoc on the planet like a parasite
(Breeding) then I eat em from the inside out..leave em...
(Bleeding) Then I squeeze em...Pop their insides out!
So get the crowd to split up...Fuck it pump that pit up!
We always got a big group of firestarters with us
And there'll be more in line when I'm passing the torch
Fuck your advice! I walk the path of war
Capone and D.O.D. we 3 mc's that rip your head off
I ain't no flat earther but...Half the scene fell off!
Put m in a body bag, dispose like snotty rag
niggaz know I got the party pack with some bacardi black
Good gas i got a stack, now feel the godly wrath
Gettin rid of me you probably gonna need a lot of staff
Cause I been buffin up, the cops can't even cuff me up
Bitches suckin up but DoD dont give a motherfuck
Catch this uppercut, right in yo upper gut and suck it up
Reppin for the streets and all the gully stuff you honey puff
Gettin lit wit Dutch Capone, now niggaz duckin low
We fuckin pros, shots ringin through yo mothers home
We take the guap, take yo telephone and styrofoam
Started at the bottom, man I started in the catacombs
We stayin on the warpath, they gettin sword stabbed
Gimme more cash door dash, you fuckin soar ass
And you can bet its gonna end up in destruction
We come to bring the ruckus
Break it down like deconstruction
I'm on a war path
My words are made for destruction
I ain't fucking with these rappers
Not even double dutchin'
I ain't touchin that
There ain't no comin' back
I'll end up in a bodybag
Before I'd fall for that
I'm on a war path
My words are made for destruction
I ain't fucking with these rappers
Not even double dutchin'
I ain't touchin that
There ain't no comin' back
I'll end up in a bodybag
Before I'd fall for that