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| Call me your worst nightmare
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| Watch the birds take flight, take life, every verse I air
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| Guaranteed I deliver it hot (like what?)
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| Dominoes, feet up, chilin' in your spot, vamonos
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| Meaning leave, beat it, you can see that he’s heated
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| And the Es feel the same, that’s why we remain seated
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| Keep the lab dusty like the day after D-Day
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| Spiders die of old age here, and three stay
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| Raw like Columbian white
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| Stay buzzin', hey cousin, they ain’t nothin', all my numbers is right
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| Wear dragon, from the guns and the rap
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| Dark flames set free, truthfully…
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| …these emcees are lame, and they should be illegal
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| Like buckin' at a bald eagle
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| I’ve got the ego of Evil Knievel, you weak and feeble
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| I’m Beanie Siegel if he was one of the Beatles
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| And possessed the DNA of Magneto
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| So fuck, fuck your people
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| It’s Eddie Brock, I’m Peter Parker, and
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| We can rock black until they make something darker, and
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| We back to building inside the Baxter building
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| Private location, dykes, no hibernation
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| No Michael Myers or Jason…
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| …your highness the great one
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| Took the heads off the livest of brave ones
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| Lord of the Underground, dumbing them out
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| With a crowd of a hundred thou, bow to the sound
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| The Archangels sing, the God’s name will ring
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| Frontliners upon us, we’re made of king
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| Let’s do it to death, like the rudest exec
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| Who’s next, who’s foolish to test?
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| Who’s stupid? |
| And 'fess
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| Stand back and Google it, yes
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| If opportunity presents we commin' through to your rest
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| Beautiful mess, tool to your chest
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| This a Marvel team-up, who would’ve guessed?
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| Ah, not you — you don’t know
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| Not you, either…
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| (Just a spark, though)
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| (Just a spark, though) |