| When I step in the room, they all freeze
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| Icy flow, Lin Kuei energy, all me
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| Heard a thousand cries for help, they all plea
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| So I gathered all of the greatest of MCs
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| To Fatality broken-minded malevolence
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| Hiding within the shadows, your power level’s irrelevant
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| Cryomancer in battle, I always murder with elegance
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| Competition is rattled, keep stepping into my element
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| Snapping any necks with zero thought if you step in my lane
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| Frozen to the core, got warrior flowing inside my veins
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| Shower you in blood, drenching everybody, bout to Rain
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| Step to me in Kombat and you’ll find that we are not the same
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| Hearing the thunderous noise of my entrance, I’m stepping into the arena
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| You’re messing with godlike abilities, impossibilities, I will defeat ya
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| My teleportation to leave your bones breaking, I’m hitting you know that I beat
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| ya
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| Electrification to decapitation, I’m aching to give you a seizure
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| Grab you in a minute, I’ll be giving you a shock
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| You can never win it when I make your bodies drop
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| I can never stop, getting to the top, ending anybody I battle with, I’m a god,
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| ayy
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| I got fatalities, you’re mad at me? |
| I win lots
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| For all humanity, I’ll torture you like Shinnok
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| I’m a god known to these sheep
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| Rock you off of your feet
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| Know that I will do what I want
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| Because they can never stop me
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| They don’t get when I’m present
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| I’m a weapon, I’m a beast, I’ll be showing nothing less
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| It’s what you get, it’s your defeat
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| See me go off on all these people, slaughter often, we ain’t equal
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| And don’t say that you compare with the embodiment of evil
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| I ain’t flexin', 'less I said that I’m the best, although it’s true
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| See you messin' with a threat, and now your death is comin' soon
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| They call me Geras, and I’m coming through with quicksand
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| I’m gonna be your hitman, beat your ass and then dip, damn
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| Times gonna go and get stopped
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| And you’re gonna get rocked with my fatality
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| Honestly just ask yourself why you wanna challenge me
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| (Why why-why)
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| I am not the one to mess with
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| Black guy who can stir the pot, I’m lookin' like some Nesquik
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| Yes, bitch? |
| Do you got a death wish?
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| I can squeeze you in the morning right before I even eat my breakfast
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| Yo, it’s Noob Saibot but you thought I died off
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| Take two looks behind y’all, if you spooked, that’s my fault
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| (FEAR ME)
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| It’s the original ninja who kills with a shadow clone
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| You battle alone? |
| I shatter your dome, without even going
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| (FINISH HIM)
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| One fight with Sonya, I’ll teleport or ghost her
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| Then Sub-Zero shows up, with no love or bro hugs
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| Sick with the sickle, I stick in your ventricle
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| Rip you apart, with an infinite loop
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| And I’m movin' as one but I split you in two
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| Cause the Netherrealm’s finest duo is Noob
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| Get over here!
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| Evolving up through the years
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| Your ribcage is looking brittle like pickles, I’m throwing spears
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| I’ll be cooking you all through the middle
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| Drizzling blood on my griddle, watching it pop as it sizzles
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| Thicken like sauce, take a nibble
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| In every game since it’s inception, you can feel my wrath
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| To Hell and back, up from the ground, I watch your head snap
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| Over the years, I just sit back and watch the bodies stack
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| More Fatalities than Ed Boon, I’ve even got a plaque
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| I summon my minion, grinnin' I’ve been winnin', from the beginnin'
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| Combo-ing hits I’m not finished, sending you off to the clinic
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| Hope your insurance covers catastrophic damages
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| Cause let me tell ya, you’re gonna need a lot more than some bandages
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| A Scorpion dropping exoskeletons
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| Underneath, I’m a beast without hesitance
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| My final blows hit with a touch of elegance
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| Adrenaline, it flows, I’m a diabolical specimen
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| Tourney stopper, the body-dropping Baraka is chopping your ligaments up to
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| sprinkle in my frittatas
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| An animal, and a cannibal, killing the competition, and ramming them down my
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| mandibles
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| All in the exhibition, I’m a monster
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| But I ain’t hidin' under your bed
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| I am right in front of you, severing body from head
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| The Tark blades will amaze, really tear you to shreds
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| I’ll take every single limb until you’re begging your dead
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| Dread, filling everyone whose battling me |
| Unraveling intestines is pretty rattling, see
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| I’ll use it as a jump rope while I cackle in glee
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| And swallow you whole, like little Leena, snacking you clean
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| Think, are you ready to die? |
| You must be
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| Cause this only ends bad for you, so trust me
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| If you step in alive, you’re not leaving the same
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| I’ll see what you had in mind while I’m eating your brain
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| Jax is back, better ring the alarm
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| When I pull out the guns, you get lit up, heated arms
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| You throw blows, I go low and deflect 'em
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| Never see these arms comin', You’ll need a metal detector
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| Hold him up erect, then I wrecked 'em
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| Intestines, I pull 'em out the rectum
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| Who’s next? |
| To face fists hotter than some habanero sriracha
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| Up close and personal, I gotcha
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| When I hit 'em in a battle, you don’t really wanna fight
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| You better bring yo guns
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| Anybody can do it, it ain’t no fun
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| You callin' for backup, but homie ain’t gon' come
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| Poppin' a rocket at you, I hate yo guts
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| Gonna take yo life, gonna take yo lungs
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| Gonna break yo spine, gonna taste yo blood
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| Anybody wanna fight better bring your gloves
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| What? |
| Why would I want a stunt double when both the biggest balls in Hollywood
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| are hangin' off of me?
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| Call me if you wanna get bodied good
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| «Oh my god, is that Johnny Cage?»
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| «He's such a hottie, look!»
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| Here’s an autograph, you don’t want it? |
| Your mommy probably would
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| Who can sweep Sonya Blade off her feet? |
| Bet Johnny could
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| We don’t need any body doubles, I know you want me, toots
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| Sorry, oughtta get back to the Kombat
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| Stickin' to a script? |
| Nobody really wants that
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| Why would I when I can just improv it?
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| I won an Oscar, I wanna flaunt it
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| Roll camera, call action, get a close-up on this skull bashin'
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| Only gonna get one take on that
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| Because now I’m not at all actin'
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| So many motherfuckin' blockbusters in the bag
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| Scratch Mortal Kombat: The Movie, that truly was a drag
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| Nobody’s callin' cut as I drop in and pop your nuts
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| Then I’m knockin' your noggin off when you’re caught with an uppercut
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| And I’m covered in all your guts, such a bloody stud
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| Here’s an action figure that your kids are simply gonna love
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| by fabvl |