Unapologetic

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