Ahhhhhhh!
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Something wicked your way comes from what I hear
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I can smell fear in your atmosphere of Music.
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Tell me what the hell for 'cause we rock hardcore giving you much,
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much more than you bargained for.
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Now you're locking the door?
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I'm on the prowl we're on the hunt for the weak we're out to seek!
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Suckers keep running.
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The same old excuse, the verbal abuse, the riffs misuse
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so you have no use for the Mojo Crew!!!!!
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And it will get you.
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Here comes the Monster.
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Chitter, chatter it doesn't matter ya get crushed to dust like anti-matter.
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Time to release the beast from the southeast power and finesse our style is rather unique.
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Ill fools from Atlanta busting out like Doctor Bruce Banner.
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I am green with envy I just want my shot in the industry.
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I'm on the prowl we're on the hunt for the weak we're out to seek!
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Suckers keep running.
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The same old excuse, the verbal abuse, the riffs misuse
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so you have no use for the Mojo Crew!!!!!
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And it will get you.
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Here comes the Monster.
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Chitter, chatter it doesn't matter ya get crushed to dust like anti-matter.
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(Here Comes) The Monster
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| Stuck Mojo |
