| I am the meanest alive
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| Yes Wolverine has arrived
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| No other team will survive
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| Head or gut, we can’t decide
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| Nobody can equal my
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| Reach I am deep in Dubai
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| Why you hatin' from your hood?
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| Why would I even reply?
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| I don’t want people to die
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| I have been sent from the sky
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| I can make it happen dog
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| I am both lethal and fly
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| Esoteric, I do away with the foolish way
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| Make it more Freddy Kruger way
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| Mutilate ya then move away
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| I’m a pit, you a bouvier
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| Who’s to say I’m not loony Shay
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| Bring the Doom like I’m Dumile
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| I’m in black for your funeral
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| Let the bugle play taps
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| Hey just google my stats
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| And see an ugly ass assassin
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| With a beautiful axe
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| Mind quicker than an Apple Mac computer reacts
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| So if you choosin' to rap
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| Prepare for brutal attacks
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| I got aluminum bats
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| For these delusional cats
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| Blastin' their studio gats
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| With the stupidest tats
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| Motherfucker
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| Uh
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| Say something I dare you
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| It’s okay to fear me
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| I should scare you
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| I was sent here to beast
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| I’m like a werewolf teeth
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| Designed to tear through meat
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| Be very careful creep
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| Cause if I hear you
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| You’ll be next on the menu
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| What you been through?
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| You’s a big sellout
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| All of my venues
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| I grew up duckin' number 2 pencils
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| Travelling at top speeds
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| Out of heavy metal utensils
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| You can’t survive without crime
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| You ain’t a warrior, you’s a Gloria
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| Here’s the secret Victoria
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| If we ever stood toe to toe, Victoria
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| Beat with a celebrate
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| Your other straight in Historia
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| Down on Brooklyn I’m a beat, you E G
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| Alien with the bars, I’ma lethal ET
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| My finger don’t glow
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| But when it pull, the barrel do
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| Sit yo ass in the crypt
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| Like you’re
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| We hang-glide through your window
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| If you download this album here
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| Then shoot the beats by Dre’s
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| Right off your fuckin' ears
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| I never click the spark
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| But you should live in fear
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| Tranquiliser darts will hit your heart
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| And then I’ll sip a beer
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| I got the right plan (yeah)
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| Me and my hype man (tell 'em)
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| We buildin' mic stands with lie detectors, iron fists
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| So any rap about your guns and clips
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| Traffickin', extortin', mass abortions
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| You’ll be hit with a right hand
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| Get out the booth please
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| You asked, you know I’ll squeeze ya neck
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| Until you can’t breathe (now you scare me)
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| You want revenge, come kill me
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| I’m prepared for trouble
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| I never live in fear surrounded by my body doubles
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| War is mental too, reverse psychology
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| Revert ya bangas
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| Straight from danger towards apologies
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| And desolate perceptions
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| Murder specialists, the introvert indefinite
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| With estimates of wrecks and |