Modus Operandi

Look The rhymes Im Spitting are polished I use em to cast rapper's into outer darkness Cause Having them around me is Cardinal sin For these beats I'm a fiend As fate Would have it Let it be Written, So let it be done I'm all over the mic like a fat kid in a Kitchen Food going up and down, But mines nourish the Mind I'm blessed with a voice of a poet I can tell a bitch to cry me a river Not to stop until she feel wet behind her Ear In the booth in the Stuu that's where you gon find me Catching bodies is my Modus Operandi Modus Operandi It's my Modus Operandi Look I don't believe what I hear You say you better than the hood sire? It's only BeLlS and whistles Cause you thinking you the shit on a stick But you only a fart on a twig I Hit with an ugly stick when your B tryna befriend Me Cause I flow horrendously She don't  know Beauty only skin deep But ugly goes through to the bone Its Mind over matter  I Bust in the teeth when I'm Chasing Cheese I don't play with my cheddar Cut it like psychopathatic shredder In the booth in the Stuu that's where you gon find me Catching bodies is my Modus Operandi Its my Modus Operandi Look Im the Pillar of the community I'm Serious as a heart disease I would help you out but I did not see where you came in I Hold MY own More IN here than WHATS MEETING the eye I slap the right cheek you slap the left Many hands make light work You Running with the herd I'm hunting with the hounds Going bar for Bar like niggas who started drinking on they 30ties CB on a Cull Mobb beat shit sounds like outgoing transmissions