| One man army, wage war on an A4
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| With the force of a chainsaw, leave your brain sore
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| And you can pray to your saint, lord, or nail boards to your door
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| I’ll leave your career deader than Kreayshawn’s
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| Frontline runner and I came for
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| Everything in sight, here to make your day short
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| Skull crusher, kiddy cult buster
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| Bye bye bae bay city roll past ya
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| If you think it’s all laughter
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| Ask Syllabollix who brings a disaster
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| Every line’s got the spite of a python
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| That bites like I’m Tyson, fight like a bison
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| The last of a breed that is dying
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| Creep like a tiger, breath like a lion
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| Make your mind bend like you eat psilocybin
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| Then I’m out like a thief when the night ends
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| Give it to 'em |