| Time to drive a Titan mad, break his will with blinding hate
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| Who would murder half a universe? |
| I’d rather wipe the slate
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| I’ll collapse your fragile reality, drag you into my dark abyss
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| Hit you with the wrath of a god, because they call me the walkin' Apokolips
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| Now you’ll bow to the alpha, with Omega Effect to enforce it
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| If you’re looking for a limitless power, I will sanction you to the source
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| Unless you pledge your fealty to me, and kneel in servitude
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| Respect your elders, I got well over 200 thousand years on you
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| My intelligence makes any other’s irrelevant
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| So navigating this, I have a certain air of arrogance
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| You would never dare admit, that this could be defeat
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| You claim that you’re immortal, I know death would disagree
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| Really everything that’s in this world it needs a balance
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| Take this for example, only one can leave the challenge
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| I can snap you into dust, so trust me when I say
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| That I’m only toying with you and your silly mega rays
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| You were born one ugly duckling, nothing next to the god of evil
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| I personify the darkest side of all the awful people
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| Far from peaceful — hostile, lethal, my avatar is hardly equaled
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| Wanna see my true form? |
| It’s colossal, you are small and feeble
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| I can use my intellect instead of fists for battling
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| Since the glove fits, admit — you’re guilty of bedazzling
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| I can read your thoughts Thanos, I know you’re hopin' I don’t mention
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| That your gauntlet doesn’t operate outside your low dimension
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| Born in the shadows, I’ve seen some dark times
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| So forgive me if I laugh when they call you «Darkseid»
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| Murder is a game, only better with the gems
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| Change whatever cuz the power of the gauntlet never ends
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| Here pick a stone, you can choose how you die
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| Should I hurl you into space, take your soul as you fly
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| Send you back in time, maybe I’ll just borrow your mind
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| 'Cause the reality is everything I’m touching, it dies
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| I’ll kick your purple ass black and blue with hands behind my back
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| And wreck you with an omega beam that’ll track your atoms — hide from that
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| No one’s holding breath for your success with death as you court her
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| You’re obsessed so let Desaad get you two close with torture
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| There are no variables in the anti-life equation’s formula
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| I’ll subtract you from existence — no one will be mourning ya
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| Boom tube you into my dimension then I’ll end you
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| I have galaxies to harvest, don’t you have crops to tend to?
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| Do you feel formidable, your every hit is pitiful
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| And I’m not pulling punches, every organ hit is critical
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| Found the stone for lyrical but now the flow’s invincible
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| And every bar that passes is a murder for the syllables
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| You think I give a damn about you crushing a ring
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| I could make you mine, nothing more than puppet and string
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| And then it’s all done and the battle is calm
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| I’ma use you as a fertilizer back on my farm |