| I’m a mastadon
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| Untouchable when im grippin the microphone
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| Rare like a bullet to the back of the dome
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| Got a look in my eye that’ll make you nervous kinda like a light on and nobody
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| home
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| Get em when i kill em with the venom in yo veins
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| Holdin me down but ima break your chains
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| Lightnin strike comin at yuh
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| Quicker than a rattler
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| Fuckin you while i be strokin the brain (Strange)
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| Im far from famous everybody knows im dangerous
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| Shameless
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| Kiss my anus
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| You dont wanna play this game im sick and i play faces
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| Come face this
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| Put you in your places
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| You ain’t even really ready for alien races
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| Break your legs you need ankle braces
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| Murder the judge and get ready to call cases
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| (right)
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| Ima beat these soldiers left march right dont say i never told yuh
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| (so)
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| Calm myself then my heart gets slow
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| Then i
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| Take it to a whole nother level where the devil doesnt even wanna go
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| Then i
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| (stroke)
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| Till my beat gets hot and i find anothr planet to wrestle on
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| (i get sick)
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| Eat your thoughts
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| Spit em in the verse when it starts to rock
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| Blood dont clot
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| You won’t bleed the same color as the next man up the block
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| Ima eat em when i get em and i hit em with the venom of the teeth
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| Dont touch when i crush the bong
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| Y’all wanna come try test us
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| He’ll be the first to find out you were naked at home
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| Looking at me you be thinking I be on some
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| Voodoo shit, noodles, it’s coocoo, but you do the math
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| I’m a motherfucking original villian that’ll
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| Shoot you, be doodoo, but through you, my 2 Rug’ll blast
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| Giving you damages anthrax in your cannabis
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| I’m the candidate if you tripping out I’mma vanish it
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| Manic and management in my land I’mma handle it
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| We blaming dammit and never jam it at my evangelist
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| Tech N9ne's complex mind they can’t explain this
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| Next time he flex rhymes just check his insane shit
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| Totally sick is my recipe, I be sharp and shameless
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| Serving niggas to the death of me, reason my art’s been famous
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| Looking at everybody staring at me 'cause I’m a rebel
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| Living it bigger than a motherfucker packing the metal
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| Jack it or back it up you gotta be hot as a kettle
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| If he wanna fuck around and I’m gonna be pushing the pedal
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| I can off with the Moss when I off ya
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| Niggas’ll be singing and sniffing up in the altar
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| In the coffin lost when the boss come and caught ya
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| Never cross the moth when I stalk ya to toss ya
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| Banging’s heinous, when I’m aiming flames is bringing thangs to tame his slang
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| and lame shit
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| Rearrange and change his vein and brains and angle it til he’s slain and famous
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| Tech N9ne
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| Strange and dangerous! |