| Equalizer, synthesizer
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| Ultimately I will brutalize ya
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| I got the shit that could take out New York
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| I do not fuck with the population
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| Contemplation killing competition
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| Confrontation, reevaluation
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| You don’t want to see the revelation
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| Straps looking like I left the o-zone
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| Stop, doctor said he couldn’t hold on
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| Cut, motherfucker I am Logan
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| N-I-G-G-A Attila The Hun
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| Mixed with Bishop Magic Juan
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| I got the fuckin' magic wand
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| I am the ugly, I am so ugly
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| With the face only a mother could love me
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| Nothing is lovely, only get loneliness
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| Phoniness, only resides on the tongue
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| Son, is the
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| So instantaneous it is begun
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| No way escaping the dough
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| Suicide thoughts with the murder I wrote
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| Tears from anonymous poking my promises
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| Fiending it I will return later on
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| Forget this halo I wouldn’t respawn
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| Equalizer, synthesizer
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| Ultimately I will brutalize ya
|
| I got the shit that could take out New York
|
| I do not fuck with the population
|
| Contemplation killing competition
|
| Confrontation, reevaluation
|
| You don’t want to see the revelation
|
| Straps looking like I left the o-zone
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| Stop |