| You’re looking at the biggest beast in Warcraft
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| Armour way stronger than the steel that your sword has
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| Sharper than the claws of every demon you’ve encountered
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| And I’m known for burning legions, since no one matches my power
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| Blood spills, I get the taste for fun
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| Pop flyer than a Harpy you’ll be leaving as a faceless one
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| Will I rule this world no doubt one day
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| Cos I’m way sicker than the Corrupted Blood Plague
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| Planetary burner, igniting all your servers
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| The bull’s running with me, your only options to serve us
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| The moment players heard us, they’ve bowed at the auras
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| Without the need of combat, and honestly it bores us
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| Cos no one comes close to a smidgen of my strength
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| No race no faction, no ones shortening the length
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| Of time I’ll be sitting on my throne, try? |
| I’ll split you
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| You’ll be swimming with the fishes, floating with the Jinyu’s
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| You’re nothing but a gnome, what’s a Dwarf to a Dragon?
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| Nothing but an insect, a fly I’ll get to smackin'
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| Standing twice as tall as a Magantaur, savage boss
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| The biggest threat to ever be spawned in Azeroth
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| The more that I reign, the more I get colder
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| Executing everything from Imps to Ogres
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| Voidwalkers, Trolls, every part of the Forsaken
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| Every treasure in the world is mine for the taking
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| Every human in the game and those at their computer screen
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| Better take note that tyranny ain’t new to me
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| A demigod but I’m far from Cenarius
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| The Dryads took note of that, and so they stay far from us
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| My only alliance is with Dan, get in line
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| For the slaughter that we’re bringing forth, it worsens as time
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| Goes by, so say your goodbyes, no matter the amount
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| Cos after this moment, you’re losing you account
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| Welcome to the World of Warcraft
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| Thank you, Shizzy
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| Holla!
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| I’m the Asher Roth of Azeroth
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| Watch a man with Valor mock you
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| To abyssal depths amid the hellfire I ran amok
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| I live on got it on lock mode
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| Dan’s hit a crossroads
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| I take a dollar and change it to a million
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| I’ve got loads
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| I go hard
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| I’m not just rock hard, I’m stone hard
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| Flow hard
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| Oh no, there are more blowhards
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| I’m a bard that’s assured to make you laugh
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| Ask Mike Tyson what type of fuel you put in a car?
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| «Gath»
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| While other stars rest in Beverly Hills
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| Brad Pitt’s polar opposite sites developing skills
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| You’re acting silly, thus I spit with venom, spite
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| And more vocal gadgets than Iron Man while you’re a Mennonite
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| Eminem consults me for advice
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| I’m Marshall’s refuge
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| Point in case: I told him if he’d get rude
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| He’d get huge
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| I said a clever song would sell when beats are banging
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| Man, I love giant sub basslines and a grand piano
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| And I sure watch a lot of twerk clips on YouTube today
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| I love thunder-clapping buns
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| Show me that booty bay!
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| But when the storm peaks don’t let the thunder mar
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| The wrinkles of grimmer things
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| Swinging in your bra’s underwire
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| With all those ratchet hoes acting gross
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| Don’t they actually know
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| About Venereal Disease?
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| They could be catching loads
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| I roll with practice
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| The fact is it makes a tighter joint
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| I don’t vote for UKIP but I see Nigel’s point
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| Listen chum, I come from brum, a panned area
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| But It’s brill, and is where Tolkien lived, man, where are you?
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| So take your gangsta clichés and all that junk back
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| I don’t own a single gun to necessitate a gun rack
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| But after my hammer falls
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| You’ll feel the sword of vengeance
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| Landing on you like a thousand needles
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| String you up and left you hanging by a thread
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| See the blood, watch it trickle down
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| Amidst the mist, I’ve buried more bears than a fricking triple town
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| My rhymes are dark, sure
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| Well out of the suns reach
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| To the point where the dusk would be some relief
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| I’ll do a thirty two bar verse on thumping beats
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| But some of you don’t ever look and see the puns beneath
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| I’ve never let a failed conquest hold me under see
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| My domination points to genius with every tumbling leaf
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| Rap’s lumberjack, I fell wood but when I splinter tree
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| Post traumatic stress flows into me
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| Cold and fresh as a winter spring
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| What can I do for a song?
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| I’m sure by now you’ve got an inkling
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| I’ve got to win, to hold the honor, grasp it tight
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| I grow old and see the west fall before I waive control of the mic
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| Welcome to the World of Warcraft |