You better recognize what
Snatchh your fuckin' head from your neck
Word up it's the cold blooded sin
Strickly murder
Legion of Doom 94
Word 'em up this is how we do that shit
Techs to your record son. Shit
Fuck that shit
Word 'em up that how we're always been

Yo check it, I feel the vibe like Shanet
Collaborate on n***as brains and bend you ass like a Sinse'
My death sentense is danger
I black out like Joe Ripken n***as hittin' the floor like the chamber
The sick authorist transmits for no repent
And activate the plan the Pentagon inelligents
So listen close like musical chairs
The L.O.D. is deep then the n***as Under The Stairs
I crack million dollar script like an archetict
And execute like the chair when I inflict death
I got the creepiest slang in this galaxy
And wreck the industry so mysteriously
Coming with the funk from beneath I creep straight for juggelars
And twist rap caps for all you motherfuckers
Walk the bloody streets with 19 shots in the lueger
N***as be scared to face 50 Grand like Medusa
The shit I produce is like gin and juice when it blend
Scenes from Toni Braxton you'll Never Breath Again
I rhyme without ability to reason, n***as is guilty of treason
Who's to blame but the Legion to the Doom
With punk n***as we got beef so
(L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)
On the mic we definatly got beats so
(L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)

Roy Jay go the wickedest mystic magestic flow
From a homicidal clique, Yo E make that psycopathic mix
I hits for the hecks or the shit that causes conflict in the script
Beeotch my style set on fire to touch Venus
My soul seeks the universe while I'm sleepin'
I'm creepin' makin' myself develop with the chronic
Electronic Million Dollar Man the mic bionic
So you can feel it in your nerves when I blast off into the suburbs
Conduct like ? with electrofying words
I freak to them suicidal tracks break backs
N***as scarred fakin' fuckin' heart atttacks
Oooh when I'm comin' through the crowd
N***as want static yo I got the gun pazoow, wizoow, word up

I got the slaughter for your brains drive you insain
Fuck that shit

The moderation incobation of my creation
Is instantaniously with my vocabulation accumulation
Trust me as I bust thee, lyrical homicidal shit from Keith Murray
If I had twenty four hours to live and one wish
I wouldn't wish for no damn lifesavers
I'd start going wild like Larry Davis
The funk speach vigalante from the L.O.D
Gets funky freakly and freaky fluently
And deep as Greek mythology on level Z
Theres six million ways to die
And eight million stories in the naked city and all them shits are lies
So I keep my wittiest ironist hidious
Psychosis bloodiest flow decitious
Comin' from out this orbit deep space 9's wiggle my shit
Meltin' crew down like synthetic acid
Come half steppin' fession' through a section
And get the midsection of your brain drain
With mad man expression, no quesion and no second guessin'
Yo forty dreams and blunts for witches
Yeah that's what we got for them n***as
Yo lets get on it get off it
L.O.D. we won't forfit
A-yo check it out
L.O.D. is the n***as man
A-yo put your money where your mouth is at n***a yeah
I have you rockin' dazie dukes and Reebok pumps n***a yeah, yeah
L.O.D. style for 94 yeah and it's on