Branded Songtext
von Dope D.O.D.

[Intro]
This next band asked me not to read this
But... goddammit, I′m going to read it anyway
Because I wrote it, and it's the truth
I fucking love this band! They are the best band ever...
PERIOD!
Ladies and gentleman...
[Jay Reaper]
Dope D.O.D punk, this in your junk
Time to get fucked up, yo Skits pass me that skunk
It′s time to get drunk and down with the funk
No junk, only hang with niggas on the top bunk
(Booze and bitches) Niggas watching television
Well let me creep up and get down with business
Tonight I'll show you niggas what I'm made of
My main man Skitz down to ride
More rappers stay soft
It even makes it easy to rip them on my day off
Pray to god, you people need to shape
And chew up, your the shrooms I just ate up


(Say what?!) Well soon you won′t say much
Unless you have the tolerance levels that Jay′s got
Early birds wake up when we pass out
Welcome to the rave club
Formal than your dad's house
So we crashed the whole building with a drunk driver
Taking niggas down like low riders
The Street Fighter, I kick, cut and beat minors
Who are making babies steps I will leap higher
(Are you ready for the real hardcore shit?!)
Anything else right now is less important
Best to be cautious
Before we toss you to heaven
Today we′re set to blow up man
He's eleven
Eleven, snakes, Skitz, slither when I whisper
Follow women at home, I don′t follow you on Twitter
I'm too busy getting wasted and famous
Thin Lizzy got them raising they whiskey
Toast to the greatest,
we poach the betrayers
Got a venue tonight so I know where the prey is
Just arrived and already on my fifth beer
This place is alive because ghost Town is in here!
We branded our name on the planet
Now everyone in the game wanna have us
We just wanna get paper (get a laugh)
Make you (give it up)
Straight up (live it up)