Mod - Brutal Beats lyrics

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.