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[Intro:] |
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There's something going on here... Something evil... |
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[Verse 1 - Prevail:] |
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I'm killing em fast, I'm built to outlast |
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Unveiled the mastered flow |
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I'm willing to smash, I'm spilling your guts all over the concrete floor |
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Where is the janitor? Who is your manager? Man he really must know |
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Otherwise other brothers lives are gonna get posted all up on a TV show |
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Channel changin', I'm rearrangin' and disengagin' on foes |
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I hope they fallin' down, I'm all around |
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They crawlin' around, I hang my thrope |
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I use these words abusively, I don't have to slang no **** |
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Confusing me is an illusionary tactic used by passive folks |
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That's why I use these massive volts |
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To flow through bolts like Frankenstein |
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He's alive, P's arrived so your old flow is asinine |
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Pass the time then rearrange, give me a pen then be amazed |
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He's unphased, livin' in sin, women and gin, unlimited wins |
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I'm Prevail, I don't fail, I'm not even sure what that word means |
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That's factual, very actual, on contactual weight of scene |
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Sign the dotted line then audit all the income |
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That you made from style biting while I'm writing |
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I'm an original you're a re-run |
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[Verse 2 - Madchild:] |
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(I must speak to you it's something terrible |
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Well, what is it? So speak! |
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I know who the monster is.) |
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I'm Madchild, I'm a methodical beast |
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Welcome to another periodical piece |
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I'm a twisted pitbull, watch these rotties go weak |
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Smilin' now and all you see is a ******' lot of gold teeth |
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[Verse 3 - Prevail:] |
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I'm Prevail, I was born to reign, imperial bloodline |
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Dark harvest moon, consume luminous sun*******ne |
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Sparks turn to fire, burn those who are tongue tied |
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The life of vampires so I live more than one time |
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[Verse 4 - Madchild:] |
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Calculated strategies, maniac that's homicidal |
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Bomber, suicidal with my hand up on the bible |
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Lungs made of gas tank, tongue is a stiletto blade |
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Young Frankenstein, brain is covered with the metal plate |
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Spirit walker, dark lyric author |
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I fear what I hear just might be an offer |
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Deep preparation, keep elevation |
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Breathe deadly statements with sleep deprivation |
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I'm long gone - strong, blonde, and senile |
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Standing in my long johns, King Kong's free now |
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Mind's high security, the system's penile |
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Had to go to pretrial to walk The Green Mile |
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You don't want to ****** with Madchild, I'm ill boy |
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I'm Hellboy, I kill boy, it's such a kill joy |
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Climbin' up the hill like Jack and Jill boy |
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For real boy, I rap like I'm packin' steel boy |
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I'm flappin' off at the gums kid, and them some |
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Gold teeth clinkin' while I'm makin' my income |
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I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme of blood sport |
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Racks like drug store, kill it like a drug war |
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[Verse 5 - Prevail:] |
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Cannonball crush, I'm the walking apocalypse |
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Disguised as a human so my movement ain't obvious |
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Comprised with the elevated mind of anomalous |
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Combined with the rhyme style that don't show tolerance |
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[Verse 6 - Madchild:] |
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Misguided angel, I'm the king of the throne |
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I'll call me little monster when I'm sittin' at home |
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I'm the ******' real deal, gettin' rid of these clones |
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You should consider me the kid or I'll be slittin' your throat |
