| Warriors!
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| I’ll cut you open with a scalpel
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| I’m a Gargoyle
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| Smokin' my bars
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| I used to get cooked till I got charbroiled
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| Little Hulk bang. |
| Reps put bulk on
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| Warriors now form like Voltron
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| Goin' crazy. |
| Drink seven Red Bulls
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| Now I’m turning into Frankenstein with the neck bolts
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| Warlock. |
| Door locked with the
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| Volts of electricity, Voltage of a symphony
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| Blue Halo. |
| Actual horned villain
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| Tactical foreign thriller. |
| Natural born killer
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| (Chomp) That’s what happen when a Rottie catch up
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| A lot of catch up. |
| Invasion of the body snatchers
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| I got a canister of gas and a lot of matches
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| I’m a phantom with the mask in a rotting mansion
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| I’m a Bounty Hunter. |
| I had mad cream
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| Now I’m trembling, a gremlin with gangrene
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| I was resembling a member of the methadone clinic
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| Kept home, slept alone, no gimmicks
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| Now I’m back, masterpiece, no limit
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| No credit but I’m dope don’t forget it
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| I’ll cut you open with a scalpel
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| Then you hear my war cry write before I scalp you
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| (Warriors!) All my dogs get alpo
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| But if you ain’t a Warrior then I can’t help you
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| Dark secrets, Sharks swim deepest
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| My music is a funeral march for grim reapers
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| Long haired monsters, Short dark creatures
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| My music is a beautiful art for life’s sleepers
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| Swimming in a space between sane and irrational
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| Dan hang with Shane we remain international
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| Cash grabbin', no more cats nappin'
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| Don’t throw rocks, we’re livin' in a glass cabin
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| My city is a microcosm
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| My lights flashin' in night action
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| My mic’ll cause some hoopla
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| On the mic no passion for the BS
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| Life experience laid down on the VS
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| You need us to eject the feeling to jump start
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| The heart of the art. |
| Once chart is conquered
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| Ya’ll know what the consensus is
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| The Little Monster, For Mok in the trenches
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| Just come to your senses kids
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| Hardcore
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| Make your sore weak raps rip up like card board on the floor
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| Taking more, baking four, breakin' scores on records
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| You can expect us. |
| Nothing in the world affect us
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| I’ll cut you open with a scalpel
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| Then you hear my war cry write before I scalp you
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| (Warriors!) All my dogs get alpo
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| But if you ain’t a Warrior then I can’t help you
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| Dark secrets, Sharks swim deepest
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| My music is a funeral march for grim reapers
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| Long haired monsters, Short dark creatures
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| My music is a beautiful art for life’s sleepers
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| Ok
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| It’s Madchild, kinda like a psycho teacher
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| Cartoon Character, real life features
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| Solitary confinement, Planetary alignment
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| Murder every assignment. |
| I am not an actor
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| Game change, I am an adapter
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| Rappers attackin' like a pack of wild raptors
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| You heard me rhyme before. |
| Now I’m a dinosaur
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| You don’t wanna fight a war hammer like I’m Mighty Thor
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| I was a acrobat lit up like a jack o lantern
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| Now I’m a psycho path wave a skulls and axes banner
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| I’m still a master planner, Who wanna get mine?
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| Rapper that is in my category same as Tech N9ne
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| Kung fu hustle, Flex my muscles
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| I can’t trust you, I will crush you
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| Step into a room with Dr. Doom and I’m Illuminating
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| Terminating, all you little Demon Nazi German babies
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| I’ll cut you open with a scalpel
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| Then you hear my war cry write before I scalp you
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| (Warriors!) All my dogs get alpo
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| But if you ain’t a Warrior then I can’t help you
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| Dark secrets, Sharks swim deepest
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| My music is a funeral march for grim reapers
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| Long haired monsters, Short dark creatures
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| My music is a beautiful art for life’s sleepers
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| I’ll cut you open with a scalpel
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| (It's the Little Monster) |