| I’m a motherfucking chainsaw, see everything it remain raw
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| Why you think we brought Q-Unique and Slaine for?
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| The same reason that Henry the 8th was king for
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| The same reason Kaczynski was in the bing for
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| The thoughts going through Tyson’s mind in his ring walk
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| If it’s beef I suggest to you that you bring chalk
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| Everything is more merciless than a Ming thought
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| You in county and thought that you speaking bing talk
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| I feel how I feel cause I was born to kill
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| Ain’t no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
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| I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
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| The metal in your mouth like you was rocking braces
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| After the game ends I’m blasting from Gravesend
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| You rapping for gay men, I’m a master of mayhem
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| Hah, the city’s a pool of devils and sin
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| I give you the tools that’ll sever your skin
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| Slice with the hands of a track assassin
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| Choking a victim keeping the gat from blasting
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| I’m hoping and wishing these streets let me stack from rapping
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| I’m speaking a crack holding a Magnum cannon, Q’s glamming
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| I feel how I feel cause I was born to kill
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| Ain’t no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
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| I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
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| The metal in your mouth like you was rocking braces
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| I’m ghetto like Strawberry in a limo copping rocks in Queensbridge
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| Real shit, keep your weapons concealed kid
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| This is for soldiers that chose to ride, those that died
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| Logo made of skulls and nines, murderers multiply
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| Souls divide those that know the road survive, scope the sky
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| Vultures fly, Desert Eagle chrome collide, close your eyes
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| It’s the hellion, my rebellion retaliate
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| I’ll have the whole New York State aiming at your face
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| I feel how I feel cause I was born to kill
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| Ain’t no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
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| I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
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| The metal in your mouth like you was rocking braces
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| I was on a crash course with the cemetery on a task force
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| Shooting for the skies, I’d do anything to blast off
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| Rewind it ‘99 fuck it now fast forward
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| If I could see today, this is everything I asked for
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| Back then I had nothing, I could rap my ass off
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| I’m on a corner spitting raps twisting caps off
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| Now here I am today, people, see this is what you asked for
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| Not the man, not the myth, I’m your superhero with his mask off |