| Introducing the leaders of the Crimson Guard
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| The evil twin brothers Tomax and Xamot
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| Welcome to the terror drone, laboratory full of clones
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| Battle Storm’s shadow and shatter his fragile bones
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| That I condone, I spit it with a dastardly tone
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| Chrome gats get blown, no you can’t inhabit the zone
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| Back from the swampland, face camouflage like Zartan
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| On four wheels, is she real in a retinal scans
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| Wrecking your plans, call your medicine man
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| We the evilest twins, roll through on his tanks with rims
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| Snatching limbs outta timbs, three, two, one
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| Diabolical separating dictator’s molecules
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| To create a leader that’s unstoppable
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| Highly logical rhyme agenda Dr. Mind Bender lies ender Tomax and Xamot
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| Spray blocks you can’t enter
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| And metamorphosizes
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| For many more surprises
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| The masters of disguises
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| We slip through the cracks, attacks and hack systems
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| Slap and hack victims up, Ap inflicts 'em
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| With poison deployed like venom when I scream (cobralalalalalalalala)
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| To summon my team, it goes
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| D, E, M, I, G, O, D, Z
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| Got a posse that’s hard as the Crimson Guard be
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| Ayo we think alike speak alike, thoughts travel at the speed of light
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| Read and write the same and stand at an even height
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| And G.I., being our B.I., we don’t believe the hype
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| Freedom fighters kneel down down to the evil type
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| The ice-cold arctic flow, my arsenal grows
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| Armed with arsenic tipped arrows and crossbows
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| Froze, bodies of Joes, extract their souls
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| We just tag em with the Mac never tag their toes
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| We leave 'em Red (uh), Fred (uh), Duke (uh), Dead
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| Aquatic amphibious tanks roll through cities
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| With cannons aimed at enemies, bombing 'em biochemically
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| The energy from our weaponry tends to be epidemically
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| Fatal the brief case of the table let’s do biz
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| We moving missiles and guns, employing prisoner’s sons
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| The Battle Android Trooper that stunts
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| With a phaser attached, fatal attacks
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| We pack, lasers and gats
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| Amazing acts, leave your database and face cracked
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| I made your blood with a layer of mud
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| From the swamps that I stomp with dreadnoughts and thugs
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| I’m firefly with a light-green submachine gun
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| We be like Tomax and Xamot watch your team run |