| Straight from the hip when I’m shooting, Duke Nukem
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| Leave mushroom clouds fuming while I’m lighting this Cuban
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| I’m out of this world, I am subhuman
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| Mutant, my right hook like Ryuken
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| You motherfuckers living in delusion
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| I ain’t rapping on these tracks, I’m puking
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| My verse is a virus, son it’s frightening
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| I brought the Viking, this is son of titans
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| It’s clobbering time, turn bullies to mimes
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| Put 'em all in a line, rock 'em one at a time
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| Out the gutter I climb, covered in grime
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| I’m a real slime ball, spew sinister rhymes
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| You punks don’t have a spine
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| I’m a stand up guy, put your hands up high
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| Now let’s get high, torch your cessy
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| Gory and deadly, I’m Voorhees' machete
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| Generally speaking, mentally I’m freaking
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| Open up my mouth and ten of me are speaking
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| Demented, never settling, I’m venomous and creeping
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| Calling me a veteran but gentleman, I’m peaking
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| I’m from the BAX WAR cult, they call me warlord
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| Keep my Jordan box underneath the floorboard
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| Stuff a couple grand in it with a .4−4
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| I ain’t 'bout games, go watch the scoreboard
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| I’m on tour, paint chaos beautifully
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| The 21st Century Schooly D
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| Absolute lunacy, my team lead the mutiny
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| Sensi Starr, got mason jars of that mutant weed
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| We on Google speed, you stalk news feed
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| I’m the new breed, you’re a fucking groupie
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| True emcee, I am what it used to be
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| Get used to me, ain’t no moving me
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| Sonically, I’m bombing the set
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| Live as they get, long as I’m alive I’m a threat
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| So place your bet, you’re losing your chips
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| I’m a typhoon tycoon, sinking your ship
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| Beast mode |