M.O.D. — Brutal Beats lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Brutal Beats" by M.O.D..
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 f**kin black panther
Comin right at cha
Poisonous… I spread like cancer
Crews f**kin hate us, I’m mad f**kin 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 tht 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