Stuck Mojo

[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Aborn / Nelson]
[String Arrangement: Eric Frampton]
I speak peace when peace is spoken
But I speak war when your hate is provoking
The season is open 24-7-365
Man up yo time to ride
No need to hide behind slogans of deceit
Claiming that youre a religion of peace
We just dont believe you
We can clearly see through
The madness that youre feeding your people
Jihad the cry of your unholy war
Using the willing, the weak and poor
From birth drowning in propaganda, rhetoric and slander
All we can say is damn ya
My forefathers fought and died for this here
Im stronger than your war of fear
Are we clear?
If you step in my hood
Its understood
Its open season
I dont need a faith thats blind
Where death and hate bring me peace of mind
With views that are stuck deep in the seventh century
So much sand in your eyes to blind to see
The venom that you leaders preach
Is the path to your own destruction
Your own demise
You might say that I dont understand but your disgust for me is what I realize
Surprise!
Your homicidal ways has got the whole world watching
Whole world scoping
So if you bring it to my home base
Best believe it
The seasons open
I see you
Hell yeah I see you
Motherfucker now
I dont wanna be you
If you come to my place
Ill drop more than just some bass
Yo youll get a taste of a
Sick motherfucker from the Dirty
I aint worrying not a fucking bit
Im telescoping like Hubble
Yo you in trouble
Yo on the double
Im wild with mine
Bring that style with mine
Fuck with my family Ill end your life
Just the way it is
Just the way it be
Do you understand?
No matter if youre woman or man, or child
My profile is crazy
That shit you do doesnt amaze me
Im ready to blaze thee
I dont give a damn what god you claim
Ive seen the innocent that youve slain
On my streets youre just fair game
Like a pig walk to your slaughter
The heat here is so much hotter
And my views wont teeter totter or fluctuate
Step to me you just met your fate
And Ill annihilate
With the skill of a Shogun assassin
Slicing and dicing precise with a passion
In any shape form or fashion
Bring it to my home
Welcome to the danger zone
Cause your attitudes the reason
The triggers keep squeezing
The hunt is on and its open season
Its
[ Open Season Lyrics ]