| Mama, I’m so sorry
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| I’ve been awful naughty
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| Pray the Lord, my soul, to take
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| Cuz I ain’t got no conscience
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| With all this blood on my hands
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| If the law can bend, the law can break
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| Mama said that my head’s in the clouds
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| There ain’t anything getting me down
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| Cuz when I get to jetting around
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| I get rid of dead weight, shedding the pounds
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| You bet that my ethics are left on the ground
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| Pent-up aggression — I let it all out
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| I’ll do whatever is never allowed
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| Speak of the devil — I’m ready to bounce
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| Can you keep it down? |
| Your weapons are loud
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| You blew off his head! |
| Just messing around
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| I’m gonna teach you delinquents a lesson
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| A lesson that I’ll be forgetting about
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| Look what you’ve done — I reckon you’re proud?
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| I will be when I’m all that’s left in the town
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| Tell Overwatch to get the hell out
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| Just like a Blizzard — you’re meant to be plowed
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| Shit he just said that aloud
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| Fuck off LeBron, I’m balling harder
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| You drop the ball, and I’ll dunk it on ya
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| Bringing the thunder from up above ya
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| Pretend the floor got covered in lava
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| I’ll stop the clock and cause some drama
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| Call it chronological trauma
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| Luckily none of us believe in karma
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| Not like that was ever gonna stop us, nah
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| Mama, I’m so sorry
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| I’ve been awful naughty
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| Pray the Lord, my soul, to take
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| Cuz I ain’t got no conscience
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| With all this blood on my hands
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| If the law can bend, the law can break
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| My dark side — you’re about to see
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| I’m a better Emperor than Palpatine
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| Even Tesla would have been proud of me
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| Because I can fire lightning out of me
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| Dashing in like an assassin
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| I’ll act like your neck is a cold one and crack it
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| I’ll grapple your ass and then after I’ll stab it
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| Evacuate as if nothing ever happened
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| I am the Alpha, you’re the Omega
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| Step up to me, and you bet that I’ll end ya
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| Been slinging guns longer than I remember
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| I’m the crack-shot everyone bets on
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| Like a Vanguard, hit the jets hard
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| Get my cannon spinning and revved up
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| See I don’t mind getting hands-on
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| Move it if you don’t wanna be slammed on
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| Yo, justice isn’t what I enforce
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| Covered in blood cuz I hunt you for sport
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| I can pick up the pace in the space I distort
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| If you wanted some law, you could take it to court
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| I need a medic with medical drones
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| Need some protection? |
| Get in the dome
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| Defend the point, deflectors are go
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| Juggernaut coming to step on your toes
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| That was my kill! |
| Negative, sir
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| Could have been yours, if you were better
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| I’ll move in like a Wraith, I ready my blade
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| Eject in your face and then detonate
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| These boots ain’t made for walkin'
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| But I’ll show ya what they do
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| Situation’s getting Harrier
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| I’ll walk all over you
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| Mama, I’m so sorry
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| I’ve been awful naughty
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| Pray the Lord, my soul, to take
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| Cuz I ain’t got no conscience
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| With all this blood on my hands
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| If the law can bend, the law can break
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| Mama says that I’ve gone astray
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| I’ll end up dead or locked away
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| But guess what I was taught today
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| The laws that we got ain’t so hard to break
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| I just had a lesson in anatomy
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| I didn’t know how much blood we had to bleed
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| I’ll cut you like a surgeon, with a bad degree
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| You’ll need an anesthetic to get through that with me
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| I’ve been a bad boy, mama, don’t get mad at me
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| Is your conscience heavy? |
| It doesn’t have to be
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| Any impact I have will lack gravity
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| That’s how I learned to laugh at any tragedy
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| Like an acrobat who doesn’t let their feet
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| Touch the ground, that’s an act of blasphemy
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| I’ve neglected every rule you’ve had for me
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| And now I got a massive rap sheet attached to me
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| I broke the mold when they casted me
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| Call me Bohemian, this is my Rhapsody
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| If I have to land, I’ll slam like an asteroid
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| Do you wanna try catching me?
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| I stick to my guns but I’ll change up my rhythm
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| To keep the Law guessin' when I’m fuckin' with 'em
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| My mission is criminal by definition
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| Give me a jetpack and I’ll do all the liftin'
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| Kinda like Iron Man entered the buildin'
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| My weapons are fun but they’re meant just for killin'
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| If you mess with us, you’ll be victims of villains
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| Mama, you raised some belligerent children
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| Mama, I’m so sorry
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| I’ve been awful naughty
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| Pray the Lord, my soul, to take
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| Cuz I ain’t got no conscience
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| With all this blood on my hands
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| If the law can bend, the law can break
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| It’s time to break!
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| Time to break! |
| (x3) |