| Look at these mans on these camcorders
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| All I see is cannon fodder
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| Welcome to the anarchist quarters
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| With the disorder on animal farmers
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| You are not a worthy adversary
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| Just stick to your fictitious murders and your anaesthetics
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| Without your burner you’ll need calisthenics
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| Take your 10 fingers and go count your blessings
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| I taste blood
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| All my exes that I ate hearts
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| I was a bad boy, I played parts
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| Just like an asteroid I changed course
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| But bye bye to bygones
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| Ahead is icon like eiffel at nightfall
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| And my brother is my blood brother
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| Gotta keep him from being drug runner
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| And they look at me like I’m menacing
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| Leave me be with my adrenaline
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| That’s my precious thats my engine
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| I don’t care if its 2 intense for your senses
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| I got acrobatic bars
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| Afroasiatic in them pharoah garms
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| Back on that hakuna matata'
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| A pat on the back for the failed coup d’etat
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| Uh uh Ima handful
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| Storm your press conference and shoot with sandals
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| Ku ku in my klan duke
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| Some voodoo from my ancestral
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| And I guess I drank the kool aid
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| Like a chick that grabbed the bouquet
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| But now i’m back on that d’usse
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| Welcome back to the doomsday |