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Yo, who's back? It's the Broseph Benja, oh shit On my Slavic behalf, I'm puttin' bodies to motion Better watch where your tread, better watch who you approachin' 'Cause I'll splatter your dreams, and leave your mentality broken I don't give a fuck, put that middle finger up Put your hands in the air, 'cause my trigger finger sharp My pen is my weapon, my wisdom my ammo, my shadow my camo Like Van Gogh, I'll get my props when I'm gone I be pro on the mic, leave your mind molten You might need some Ibuprofen, 'cause I be profane Hear me handin' out headaches with the standard that I'm upholdin' An impressive pressure that's too depressin' for you to cope with Explosive, unholy with the flows that I'm blessed with You can't kill me off, I've already been resurrected Heavily been neglected, steadily been perfectin' The rebel from the rubble, I'm the beast from the Balkans I've been doing this for ten plus years Now I can only catch a buzz after ten plus beers If somebody still wonders who the hell I is I'll explain it once again in all seriousness It's the M.O.J.O Often described as a fucking animal, yeah You're now dealing with the devil in person If you step to me you better have dental insurance 'Cuz we on the next level beyond rap I only listen to black metal and podcasts We never left, this ain't a comeback Just another bomb track, I know the people want that Combat boots with the big black suit Bring bad news and I bitch slap you Won't settle for less, don't forgive nor forget I cut your motherfucking throat before I crucify your ass, bitch
Writer(s): Benjamin Theodor Zondervan, Fuad Govert Benjamin Cehic, Mario Malja, Serafin Frroku Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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