Stuck Mojo F.O.D. Lyrics:
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.

F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
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
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who ain't scared to pull the
trigger.
Those who dissin' us can get
the middle finger.
Mad as hell with a rebel yell.
You suckers sold us out 'cause
your soul's were for sale.
We walk the walk and talk the talk,
it's not our fault that your
ass fell of!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four piece of doom.
F.O.D.
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.
F.O.D.
F.O.D.
F.O.D.
F.O.D.
F.O.D.
Lyrics: F.O.D., Stuck Mojo [end]