| Yo, everyone come join in this—
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| Other side where it’s not so marvelous
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| The whole squad that I’ve got, hard to miss
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| We bout to run Gotham and Metropolis
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| Cuz imma, supervillain like I cut the throat of Bruce Wayne
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| I put a kryptonite bullet in Superman’s brain
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| Flippin' coins for your life like I’m Two Face
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| With the Joker backstage puttin' on some new paint
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| A brainiac when I step in the fight
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| I’ve got a 12th level intellect, gimme the mic
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| You might have a couple powers and a suit, but I’ve got my—
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| Anti-life equation, call me Darkseid
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| Sparks fly like I’m Rick Flag gunnin'
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| Bring the record scratch, Catwoman
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| Witchcraft like I’m Enchantress, summon—
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| All the dead you can kill us but it won’t do nothin'
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| And I’m running back in time to kill all the haters and every hero right before
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| they got all their powers like I’m Reverse Flash
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| And then I realized without 'em I don’t exist and so I start it over,
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| back to the beginning of the verse, yeah
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| Super villain like— Nah, I’m just kiddin'
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| I leave a riddle in the middle, call me E. Nigma
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| Y’all be steppin' to the wolf, get your team lit up
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| Didn’t think I would be comin' with the heat, did ya?
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| I been the talk of the land since I took a ring off of Hal Jordan’s hand
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| And imagined a studio, microphone and a pad
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| And then I started writing rhymes and recording raps, like—
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| Oh my god
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| Bring the whole squad
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| Ra’s al Ghul
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| General Zod
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| On the mic I just kill 'em with ease and make these emcees go cold, Mr. Freeze
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| I need a Blood Sport, Bane, and a Harley Quinn
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| Killer Croc, Polka Dot Man, all of them
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| Yea, before you even start you should call it quits
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| 'Cuz it’s Suicide Squad, yeah
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| Heart rate elevated, death by the stroke
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| Deadshot aim, no need for a scope
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| Movin' like I’m Cheetah when I’m runnin through the goats
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| With an Ivy League, poison flow, no antidote
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| Y’all can take notes, learn a thing or six, I’m killing the game,
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| but left out like Finger is
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| Askin' again, man, why so serious?
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| You know I ain’t gon ever tell you bitches where the trigger is
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| And all you hearin' is a click blast
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| I come through Red Hood and a Black Mask
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| Can’t track the prints, you don’t know who to blame
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| Hittin' 'em up, bringin' it back around Captain Boomerang
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| Aye, I’ll be rollin with a mask and a cape
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| Gimme the money and the code to the safe
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| I’m takin out Todd, Grayson, & Drake
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| Robbin' everybody put my money in the grave
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| Aye, why so violent?
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| A Black Manta helmet with trident
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| A mind like Lex Luthor, a tyrant
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| I don’t stop 'till I’m hearin Gotham sirens
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| Throwin' lighting bolts like it’s a bad habit
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| Then I go Shazam, Black Adam
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| Back at it, you ain’t stoppin the team
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| We gonna bring all the flavor like Condiment King
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| Oh my god
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| Bring the whole squad
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| Ra’s al Ghul
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| General Zod
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| On the mic I just kill 'em with ease and make these emcees go cold, Mr. Freeze
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| I need a Blood Sport, Bane, and a Harley Quinn
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| Killer Croc, Polka Dot Man, all of them
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| Yea, before you even start you should call it quits
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| 'Cuz it’s Suicide Squad, yeah |