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[Intro: Sample] |
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[Hook:] |
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[Sample] |
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[Verse 4: Apathy] |
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[Verse 5: Celph Titled] |
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Back to the hardcore! |
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Intelligent, infinity |
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Malevolent, epitome |
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They consider me as the most deadly weapon from Italy |
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That will include the Benelli semi-auto artillery |
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Literally cryogenically treated to be invisibly |
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Symphony slicker than sixty Sicilianos from Sicily |
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Motherfuckers talking but never going to do shit to me |
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I'm about to set it on motherfuckers officially |
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Rip they spine out and just put them out of they misery |
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No more mister nice guy, everything maliciously |
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Who can stop me now you with Luca Brasi where fishes be |
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It's impossible that you're righteous without the dignity |
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If it's a problem you motherfuckers can come visit me |
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Super humanity gradually back from my galaxy |
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Burning them calories I'm still yearning to earn a salary |
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The son of anarchy I'm in court pleading insanity |
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Can it be all the panicking and agony that's trapping me |
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Tragically Introducing you rappers to tragedy |
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Happily ever after if after means you're a casualty |
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Praise those who savagely sacrifice their reality |
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Bury bones and annually dig them up unhappily |
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Catch me flossing dead in the center of gravity |
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Bonafide, I'm a mix of Maxi Priest and the Maccabees |
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My mentality, manipulating your mastery |
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The master, disaster strikes whatever's in back of me |
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Playtime is over, Their time is over |
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The finest soldiers, take nines from holsters |
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My only weapons: canines and cobras, we diamond poachers |
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We take your shine, we some mind controllers |
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My rhyme is solar-flaring, airing out the kind below us |
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You know Lois Lane know my name |
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I'm throwing flames at your brain like Ghost Rider, my flow's tighter |
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I'm Blakey Griffin with an open lane |
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My foe is Bane, my flow is Betsy Ross off the Zoloft: so insane |
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I'm over-trained in hand-to-hand and man-to-man my hammers land and can ya fam |
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I'm a brutal rapper, you're a Chutes & Ladders |
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Candyland emcee, I'm completely aotp 'til the death |
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Esoteric zombie-killer taking out whatever's left |
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You're mad cause the army's here |
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Top to bottom, army gear |
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Gunshots is all you hear |
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Death come to all who's near |
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We're running through the village killing |
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Building a regime |
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Heavy unstoppable |
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Crown of thorns form we ready |
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When playtime's over I'll take your mind back to the hardcore |
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The God particle |
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Armageddon-weapons in my arsenal |
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I'm the real deal |
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Fuck an Alex Jones article |
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Heart is arctic cold |
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My murder's are nautical |
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Murk you in the murky depths |
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Where the screams aren't audible |
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Salutations, standing over the body salivating |
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Was kicked out of hell because I wouldn't bow to Satan |
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I'm the boss, I turn your albums off |
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Turn your brain to apple sauce |
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My wingspan is like an albatross |
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Out the frost, mouth spewing out exhaust |
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Out come the claws |
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Power force, that can blow the tops of mountains off |
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Blow the head of cowards off, you'll get carried off |
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Y'all are soft as ferries buried in terrycloth |
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In '94 I dreamt of spreading Salt-n-Pepa's legs |
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But I was busy playing dodgeball with severed heads |
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Conducting chaos with a chrome baton |
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So sound the smoke alarm |
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Cause overall I broke your arms |
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And kicked your ass with loafers on |
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Homeboy this hk settle wars |
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I'm a dragon, you're a faggot with a tape measure sword |
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Celph Titled is a motherfucking problem |
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With germs that are infectious |
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Attack like German shepherds while acid dissolve em |
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I got the ratchet -I blast it |
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You got a ratchet, but you keep it in your jacket |
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Undercover brother on your album cover trying to look like you crazy |
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When your theme song should be Aerosmith, "Dude looks like a lady" |
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You're mad cause the army's here |
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Top to bottom, army gear |
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Gunshots is all you hear |
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Death come to all who's near |
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We're running through the village killing |
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Building a regime |
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Heavy unstoppable |
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Crown of thorns form we ready |
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When playtime's over I'll take your mind back to the hardcore |