| I get on stage and all I see is fuckin' legs runnin'
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| Nobody wanna battle me, they know I’m head huntin'
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| Represent the underground, dark force like Boba Fett
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| Venomous saliva like I’m spittin' from a cobra’s head
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| An acrobatic jack-o-lantern, I’m immaculate
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| Attack ya like a cackling jackal, you should evacuate
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| I still tag with spray paint, wearin' skull face paint
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| These days rappers are less fillin' but taste great
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| I’m still a cannibal, a human with an ape’s frame
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| I’m still as stupid as I was back in the eighth grade
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| My tongue’s a fully loaded clip in a Baryshnikov
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| So tell your bitch to cancel Christmas if you piss me off
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| I’m the little monster but not from the Addams Family
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| Eat your fuckin' heart and then I’ll feast on your anatomy
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| Skulls are shatterin', I spit assault and battery
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| So dousin' you in battery acid is a form of flattery
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| Verse 2: Prevail
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| Yo, Mercury Rising, ride the wave of Poseidon
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| Abrasive arrival, basically spiral, viral eight headed Hydra, Cairo
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| Amen-Ra, Amon Düül, Dawn World rise on all of you
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| My pawns can cut a king in two, my songs are filled with fortitude
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| Fortress fortified from you, so you can not contain
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| Break a Bat’s back like Bane, take you there then set it off
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| I’m Raw, long live the King, c’mon y’all and let if fuel
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| Dead and spread the residue, Residence is evil, run a fever
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| Turn to zombie, Walking Dead, Inoculate the populate
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| Apocalyptic red, assignment Omega Red
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| Event Horizon dead environment, now I’m firin', drivin'
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| Nails through my palms, I’ve arrived in many forms and this is one
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| Paint it black, then Pitch it Black like Riddick, rap acidic
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| Admit it, it’s analytic, starin' at different beta testing form is written
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| I’m creative as Alpha K-9, take my time to kill like Cujo
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| Fill numerical lines, Sudoku, yo this Death Machine’s so beautiful (yea, yo)
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| If you ask me where the gat at I’m automatically mad at you
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| Tappin' into ya brain and drainin' veins like a catheter
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| Raisin' cane like a trafficker, probably maim your ambassador
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| I live a wild life, I should move the label to Africa
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| I’m a genius, fans that greet us think I channel Jesus
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| You plan to beat us, nah, you really want a chance to meet us
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| You can’t believe this, you jumpier than a trampoline is
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| Your pansy demons all divas, a bunch of Angelinas
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| I ran arenas in tan Adidas, commandin' leaders
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| You fuck around, get checked early like cancer screeners
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| I gotta break the bad news man, you can’t defeat us
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| We the meanest, while you fruity like a tangerine is
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| I stand the leanest, my mammoth penis bigger than the planet Venus
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| Cameron Diaz saw it now she understands why I’m elitist
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| She’s mad when she can’t see me like a fan of Cena’s
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| I am the zenith of emceein', Esoteric heaters
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| Let’s play a game of «Who Kills Who First» (huh)
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| Unemployed but I guarantee you my tools work (pow)
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| I’m at the Head Banger’s Ball with guitars and sawed off shots (shots, shots,
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| shots…)
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| The breakfast master ready for the toaster to pop (pop, pop, pop…)
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| Pray for my enemies even though I’m not religious (No!)
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| I do it just in case the good Lord wanna keep 'em livin' (Haha!)
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| Insert the clip in my bitch, pull back her long nails
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| The sights on the top rail, she a motherfuckin' bomb shell (Aww!)
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| Y’all some clumsy soap handlers
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| And if you snort my brand of gun powder, leave your nose cancerous (Ahh!)
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| No one want drama, so let’s move to the snuff films
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| Documents of me stretchin' your face into a duck bill (Faggot!)
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| So who the fuck real? |
| (Me!) I know for one it’s
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| The Army and the Swollen savages, rollin' with ratchets (Rrraaa!)
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| And holdin' world records for dome crackin' battin' averages (Aww!)
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| Sink your Battleship with one stroke when I smack a bitch
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| (Titled!)
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| It’s like somebody threw a penny in the wishin' well and wished for Hell
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| I wish that AIDS would attack all your white blood cells
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| My peace offerin'? |
| A blanket that my grandma made
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| Which I infected with a strain of the bubonic plague
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| I spread famine, I’m slammin' body parts inside of cannons
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| Shootin' over castle walls, somewhere over blood’s landin'
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| I’m dancin' in Red Rain, insane as Charles Manson
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| Examine my brain, all my slain victims are chantin' my name
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| Fuck the talk, I slice tongues from faces
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| Tightenin' Nike laces, stormin' enemies' bases
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| Duelin' at ten paces, a trail of cold cases
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| I’m right up in your face, but my mind’s in a million places
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| Best believe I’m wicked study tetrahedral physics
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| Step inside a portal that resembles glowing liquid
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| Foes inflicted and boa constricted 'til they eyes are poppin'
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| My concoction of hydra toxins will leave your body droppin' |