| Who instigated this hardcore revival?
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| No career, you can focus on survival
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| Never competition if you wiped out your rivals
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| I’m homicidal, here to kill your idols
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| My urges are primal, the outcome is spinal
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| The smell of fear is frightful, it’s so delightful
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| We don’t got fans, got the cyborg
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| Your hype’s dying (dying), it’s a downward spiral
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| If I was you I’d blow my own head off, suicidal
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| Underground’s finest we claiming the title
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| Sixteen bar recital my ways are tribal
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| Dope D.O.D here to break the cycle
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| With vital, be mindful, even more careful
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| I got my hands full, your end will be painful
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| You can’t match what we bring to the table
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| You’re not capable
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| I gotta get something off my chest
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| It’s the blood from the last dumb rapper that crossed my path
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| Ghost town on the map, follow the compass
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| I’m the nihilist that will cut off your Johnson
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| Fucking Nicki Minaj without the condom
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| We run the train on her, in London, in a dungeon
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| It’s time Kanye West came out the closet
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| So I can punch him right back inside and lock it
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| I’m like fuck it, who wanted huh?
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| My shit’s so disgusting you break down to vomit
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| Watch me plummet, into the mosh pit
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| And stomp kids to death at my concert
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| Bow down to the Duo of Darkness and Dope kid
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| Mr. Freeze holds MC’s with a cold grip
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| My flow just, splits oceans wide open
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| The shit is nothing short from mind-blowing
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| Rappers get bitch-slapped for every rhyme stolen
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| And left in wheelchairs with their spine broken
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| We’ll get Jay Reaper to force J. Bieber (Come here!)
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| To inhale ether during his hate fever
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| Let it be known Hip-Hop don’t accept you
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| So, those that fuck up, or hit, we’ll come wreck you
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| When a battle you know where to find me
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| I roll with the mighty, behold the grimy, whitey
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| All you people
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| See no evil
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| Hear no evil
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| Speak no evil
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| Dope D.O.D will
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| Eat you, legal
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| Eat your ego
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| See your see-through
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| Chase down for justice, I bust 'cuz I love this
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| Fuck niggas up make their pus drip like mustard
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| Cut short like custard
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| We cousins are custom to cunningly crush, any cunt like a husband
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| Spit fire, mad nigga with a sick science
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| My fists high and I bust lips of big liars
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| I’m the reason why your bitch crying
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| I’m the cause of the riot while your shit’s silent, punk
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| Let me toss another young one, right into the sun
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| Anyone who want some of the cunts done I conundrum
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| I see your fucking with the one that’s pretty dumb son
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| Electrify 'em with a stun gun for ransom
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| I’m so super fantastic, matching sunglasses
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| The bastard cat’s acid
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| A class act like bats, you a bad actor
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| A half ass-crack bad-back back snap |