Stuck Mojo - 2 Minutes of Death lyrics
[Stuck Mojo - 2 Minutes of Death lyrics]
Aggressive, my style versitile
You're best to hear the Mojo growl
Coming up behind with a bat
"crack" from a Mr payne attack
Dazed and confused, what you do is run
But Bonz might have a gun
Shit, you're being kicked by Richie Rich
Stunned and bleeding, you're looking sad
Well you pressed your luck what the fuck?
Stuck now, your ass in a rut
Fowler warned ya, then he had to storm ya
On that ass like heat in Arizona
You weak motherfuckers better move
Or catch on from the Four Piece of Doom
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Survival of the fittest so ya might get hurt
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Mojo's in the house and ya might get hurt
Feel my aggression!
Yo, Brand X, it's time for wreck for respect
That's what I mean when we're snappin' necks
We're on a mission to kill the competition
Not repetitive so yo, check and listen
The man has got you all fooled
Only one color dominates and rules
Green, greed that is what he feeds
A demon seed deep inside you and me
In my sights each and every night
Makes me so mad I want to start a fight
Walk right up
Smack the Grammy outta your hand
And then ask your mom who's No 1
They don't understand
You want to try and bang
But your band can't hang!
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Survival of the fittest so ya might get hurt
Feel my aggression!
You're best to hear the Mojo growl
Coming up behind with a bat
"crack" from a Mr payne attack
Dazed and confused, what you do is run
But Bonz might have a gun
Shit, you're being kicked by Richie Rich
Stunned and bleeding, you're looking sad
Well you pressed your luck what the fuck?
Stuck now, your ass in a rut
Fowler warned ya, then he had to storm ya
On that ass like heat in Arizona
You weak motherfuckers better move
Or catch on from the Four Piece of Doom
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Survival of the fittest so ya might get hurt
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Mojo's in the house and ya might get hurt
Feel my aggression!
Yo, Brand X, it's time for wreck for respect
That's what I mean when we're snappin' necks
We're on a mission to kill the competition
Not repetitive so yo, check and listen
The man has got you all fooled
Only one color dominates and rules
Green, greed that is what he feeds
A demon seed deep inside you and me
In my sights each and every night
Makes me so mad I want to start a fight
Walk right up
Smack the Grammy outta your hand
And then ask your mom who's No 1
They don't understand
You want to try and bang
But your band can't hang!
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Red alert, red alert, red alert
Survival of the fittest so ya might get hurt
Feel my aggression!