Lyrics Brutal Beats - M.O.D.

It's the T to the rip.
Slick and finger licken good like chicken.
Possessed like Linda Blair, in exorcist.
Can't front on the dragon, that's ludicrous.
Your styles suckin', like a lollipop.
Knock, knock who's there. Yo a buck a shot.
Da fuckin' black panther.
Comin' right at cha. Poisonous... I spread like cancer. Crews fuckin' hate us, I'm mad fuckin' famous.
4 takin' no shit and puttin' boots up your anus.
Ruthless...
I'm leaving niggas toothless.
I be da ill funk freaka blown out you speakers.
Hard rhythms, complete.
Brutal beats of concrete.
Ruthless.
But don't let that trouble you.
That's ruthless, spelled with an R and not A W. Mad like Alfred Newman.
Bad, like Michael J's new chin.
Kickin' science harder then spock.
Picken out victims like Furman with a glock.
Buck, buck, buck, shots be ringing out.
Slam you ass like Hogan in title bout.
Hard rhythms, complete.
Brutal beats of concrete.