GORO Lyrics – Dean Proff
Singer: Dean Proff
Title: GORO
Disease 84
Switchin’ the steez up with that rich diesel
Yuh, yuh
I’m comin after rappers like the Babadook
Lobotomize your brain so the pain that I’m bringin’ doesn’t bother you
Doctor Lecter all up in your sector when I carve a crew
〈.?.〉 fiend, ill Dean got a slot of dudes
Brain about to hemorrhage like a DVT, clot or two
f#ck a goal, I’ma hittin’ goalies rockin’ soccer shoes
Machine Gun Kelly, Billy Idol lookin’ rock a spew
Mainstream rappin’ while I’m movin’ like Jumanji too
The rap animal puff the ganja blue
Whole O’s, plottin’ the massacre of melodic tunes
Oh no, the mummy has risen, restin’ in toxic tombs
Pharoah ’cause he covered in wraps, bumpin’ The Chronic II
Smoke, secrete hypnotic fumes
Channel fifth dimensional wisdom among the common few
Tootin’ common, spittin’ that Naga brew
Venom on the instruments, turning victims that got it blue
This that knock ’em out the box Rick
Old school rap spit
Ancient Nosferatu, all up in the casket
Do it ’cause I gots to, do it cause I can’t live
Without word expression on the beat
Brotha that’s it
This that knock ’em out the box Rick
Old school rap spit
Ancient Nosferatu, all up in the casket
Do it ’cause I gots to, do it cause I can’t live
Without word expression on the beat
Brotha that’s it
This the last of the dedicated to the craft and such
Inebriated off the grass they puff
Illuminated to the veils 〈.?.〉
f#ckin’ with fakes is simply disastrous
f#ckin with snakes is perfect for massacres
I’m Chris Rock, lookin’ for a Fresh Prince to snuff
So kick rocks if you all about ya fits and stuff
I’m a microphone buglist who fisticuffs
Instrumentals like I’m Mike Tys- rip sh#t up
Mike Myers on the metronome, slit sh#t up
This is Freddy makin’ new gloves all up in the boiler room
Spittin’ while I’m slingin’ new kids that dreamt it up
Fatality mixed with the brutality rap
〈.?.〉 I put my fist through the track and lift it up
Sub Zero, rap assassin, with the gift to bust
Behead Goro so we knows who the victor was
This that knock ’em out the box Rick
Old school rap spit
Ancient Nosferatu, all up in the casket
Do it ’cause I gots to, do it cause I can’t live
Without word expression on the beat
Brotha that’s it
This that knock ’em out the box Rick
Old school rap spit
Ancient Nosferatu, all up in the casket
Do it ’cause I gots to, do it cause I can’t live
Without word expression on the beat
Brotha that’s it
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