| They made a monster out of me
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| They put a shot in my back
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| They did me to the count of three
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| They set the hounds on my tracks
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| They made a demon out of me
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| Then they put a cross through my flesh
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| They put a search out for me
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| Cause I got some blood on my hands
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| But they would see me when I’m coming
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| I’ll be laughing, why you running?
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| Oh, you won’t see me when I’m coming
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| I’ll be that monster you’ve been wanting, oh no
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| They made a story out of me
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| They laugh and joke about my name
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| They put a bounty out on me
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| They all excited by my shame
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| But they would see me when I’m coming
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| I’ll be laughing, why you running?
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| Oh, you won’t see me when I’m coming
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| I’ll be that monster you’ve been wanting, oh no
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| Yeah
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| Remember when you wanted to forget me?
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| You’d let me
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| Rest in pieces and let the rest piece me together
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| Yeah, we ain’t never had spirit in the flesh
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| These people
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| These people let me loose, bet they wish they would’ve kept me now
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| I’m verbal, feet out
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| Told my sponsor I don’t write bars, I get freestyle
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| And if your hand never held me down, don’t fucking reach out
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| All’s fair in love and war but I love a war
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| How you picking on the chosen one?
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| Cause when it rains bows, it ain’t colourful
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| I’m a be the last man standing, yeah, the only one
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| Blacked out, moving through the jungle
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| Got me feeling like my name is Rambo
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| Let’s rumble
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| We can do it any way you want to
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| Blacked out, moving through the jungle
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| Got me feeling like a Rambo
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| Let’s rumble
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| We can do it any way you want to
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| But they would see me when I’m coming
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| I’ll be laughing, why you running?
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| Oh, you won’t see me when I’m coming
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| I’ll be that monster you’ve been wanting, oh no |