| These are the facts. |
| In the adversarial theatre of justice there’s 3 acts:
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| Act 1 — Pursuit, Act 2 — Interrogation, Act — 3 Punishment
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| We find our players this night heroes engaged in the rigors of playing out the
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| respective roles of hunter, judge, and executioner. |
| Sorry folks,
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| there’s no jury in this scenario
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| Ready or not I’m huntin' down the most fearsome
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| Of syndicated criminals ever to formulate an imperial threat
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| The most hideous yet of all villainous familiar with
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| It’s the hatred of man that collapses buildings
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| It’s the fear in our mind that targets children
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| And the pain in his heart that forces him up these ceilings
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| In such a way, killing thy neighborlys and with a sensational feeling
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| It’s almost routine to see a preacher prey on innocent alter boys in a lustful
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| way that syndicates that:
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| Nobodies safe from this
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| Primitive beast but anger the streets
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| With dominion over our own testaments, weak
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| Indeed
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| I’ve captured more than a handful of enemies
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| Savage and strong, and chemically wrong commitin' penalties
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| While bringing
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| Justice to this world takes more than cops
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| This is hot pursuit for reason interrogatin' your heart can stop
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| Where were you on the night that every child cried?
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| Were you hiding in a closet makin' noises to survive?
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| Tryna find a way to get in to the heads of mankind
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| Blurred futuristic fetuses melt in the hands of time
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| What kinda weapon did you use to lacerate?
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| What kinda words were you speakin' to imitate? |
| Perhaps exaggerate?
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| What kinda chameleon -amouflage persuasion of dignity gave you the optimism and
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| the symmetry to kill
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| Billionaires if they happened to look like Bruce Wayne?
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| I don’t believe your alibi, your costume has bloodstains
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| And the DNA matches that of the good and innocent
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| I call it my privilege to question and consider it
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| Mutants and other embodiments of evil, a prequel illusion to all;
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| Villages will seem well
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| No need to form bazooka this time
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| It’s evident to introduce you to this old testament type of punishment
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| I punish you
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| Slash you with serrated blades
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| I punish you
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| Watch your breath fade away
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| I punish you
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| Send you to that big pie in the sky
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| When I’m finished with you, you’ll be dyin' to die
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| Motherfucker I’ll demolish you
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| Steal your corpse from the hospital, smuggle you home and polish you
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| If I wanna get you, I’ll get you with a Daisycutter missile so I don’t know why
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| you got a 9 with you
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| I’ll punish you
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| Slash you with serrated blades
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| I punish you
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| Watch your breath fade away
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| I punish you
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| Send you to that big pie in the sky
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| When I’m finished with you, you’ll be dyin' to die
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| I gave you the option, allowed you to choose
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| Gave you a style you could use
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| Now you fuckin' with some grimy dudes
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| Your blood could end up on the bottom of shoes
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| If you was rich, I still wouldn’t share a dollar with you
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| I didn’t know stigmata was true, did you?
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| I punish you
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| Take you to the edge of your resolve
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| Punish you
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| Present you with a problem that you can’t solve
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| Punish you
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| Because pain is your guard
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| I put balls of gauze between your bladder walls
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| I’ll attack you all
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| Punish you for what you are
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| Show you what a black hole could do to a star
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| I’ll punish you
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| And so true believers, we see the price of mayhem and ruckus |