| Warrior filled with metal gears
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| Walking the size of a Metal Gear
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| Refer to me as Raiden
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| Feel the wrath of my blade and view my metal gear
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| Slick as a Gray Fox, with the telekinetic ability of a Psycho Mantis With the
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| moves of an Ocelot
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| I’mma show the whole world what my plan is
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| Domination — that’s day by day
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| In a Metal Gear Rex or a Metal Gear Ray
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| Launching a rocket, predicting your moves
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| Plug into a whole new socket
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| Why? |
| ‘Cause I’m watching, I’ll sever your arms
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| While reading the data on your memory card
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| You’re never as hard, I’m solid like Plissken
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| When rhyming my mission, snipe from the distance
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| A lyrical depiction of greatness
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| A Son of Liberty with guns of the Patriots
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| On a substance where I need water
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| Or I’ll trip out and won’t be a Peace Walker
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| King Cobra, snake eater
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| When I start rising, I’ll blaze speakers
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| Til the day that Sixx is a massive name
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| Making rappers go ghost, bringing phantoms pain
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| A master swordsman that you can’t handle
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| Solid Shizzy with Liquid Dan Bull
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| You spit sick gamble, lose your profits
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| You’ll be crying wolf with no way to stop it
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| I’m a Big Boss, turning artists purple
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| Bringing all the sorrow, best call the Colonel
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| Raw for sure, yo! |
| You ain’t on my level
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| Hence why I possess your woman like Meryl
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| Never gonna settle, I’m never gonna be suffering
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| Waving a finger right at the government
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| Weapons at the ready from my heads to my socks
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| Like Snake’s trademark, I’ll put you in a box
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| Snake
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| Snake
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| Dan Bull
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| Sneaking around, not a peep or a sound
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| From my feet on the ground, but if people have found
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| Me then I down these with a leap
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| And a bound, then leave like a thief in a crowd
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| I’m the lead lethal elite
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| Look at me, can you see the physique? |
| Sweet
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| I need it for griefing and breaching the peace
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| When I’m breaching a keep, but I keep it discrete
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| You will see what I mean when I creep knee-deep
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| In the evil and leave with not even a squeak
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| To me, people seem inane
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| And when they see my name it doesn’t mean the same thing
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| Me? |
| I’ve got the meanest aim, think
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| I was a Green Beret, I never squeeze and pray
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| You better leave in haste, believe you may
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| Never see the day or breathe again
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| A snake in the grass
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| I lay awake in your path
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| And they are making a massive mistake if they ask it
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| I’ve faith in the task — their face
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| I’m taking it fast, and breaking
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| It past the point their next of kin could name it from snaps
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| You’re not up to the skilled task
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| Your style’s like me, it gets old real fast
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| Genetically modified, what a guy
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| So I often wonder why I have only got one eye
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| I’m a clone, so I’m not alone
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| Grown in a test tube, I’m the best dude that I know
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| I’m a son of Big Boss, but I don’t give a toss
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| Because I’m a bigger boss, pick a sod and flip them off
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| I’m a raw dude, cutting all through you waves
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| Like the blade of a sawtooth through a raw fruit
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| But call me Snake Plissken and you’re risking
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| A major plagiaristic lawsuit |