F.O.D. - Stuck Mojo

Fuck y’all who thought we were taking a fall you made the call, but we didn’t

drop the ball

Took drastic measures time to get the look of the trade, sick of the cry baby

serenade

What you say?

Come out and pla’ay

You know that ass will sla’ay

'Nuff respect given to the Mojo

If you don’t wanna give it, then we’ll take it ho'

Originality get off the dick and all you jealous bands keep talking shit

Back stabbers, ain’t no friend of mine

Cross the line

You know that ass will be mine

Four piece of doom

Four piece of doom

Four piece of doom

Four piece of doom

New sound Atlanta shaking you up like Fanta

Pop goes your top 'cause we’re getting real hot

Two crackers and two niggers who ain’t scared to pull the trigger

Those who dissin' us can get the middle finger

You suckers sold us out 'cause your soul’s were for sale

Mad as hell with a rebel yell

We walk the walk and talk the talk

It’s not our fault that your ass fell of!!!

Back stabbers, ain’t no friend of mine

Originality get off the dick and all you jealous bands keep talking shit

Cross the line

You know that ass will be mine

Four piece of doom

Four piece of doom

Four piece of doom

Four piece of doom

Suckers wanna battle, but they don’t know how, just another reason why my

attitude’s foul

You had enough, you’re calling my bluff

Well step into my zone and see if you’re rough enough

Boom bam bands getting (spit)

You got to get rid of the flam

Monkey see, monkey do

Punk, you’re fucking with the four piece of doom, four piece of doom

Four piece of doom