| Now they call him the king of pain
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| When’s my second chance coming?
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| Go fuck yourself, pardon my French immersion
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| Going back in time like the Prince of Persia
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| So broke I’mma start pinching purses
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| Snatching watches, lifting your wallet
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| Wanted to be big like Christopher Wallace
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| Now I got this pig saying this is your calling
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| Customs treat me like a terrorist
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| Banned from America, I need a therapist
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| Possessor of the sacred sword, pulled blade from stone
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| Now the sounds of madness invade your home
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| Used to sleep on the cardboard box
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| Now the warlock door lock like Fort Knox
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| Hardcore thoughts in my art form shocks
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| You shouldn’t shadow box with the Grim Reaper
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| Now I grip my battle axe and I think deeper
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| Treating my life like blood-thirsty creature
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| Look like a gremlin with much better features
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| Call him Thor with the war hammer special
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| Six Red Bulls, four more canned espressos
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| War angel now the lone ranger
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| Hi ho Silver, the world’s in danger
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| Win some, lose some, used to be considered handsome
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| Now I’m ugly as sin, Black Phantom
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| Man becomes legend, legend becomes myth
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| Myth becomes failure, that becomes gift
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| I don’t give a fuck about the money that you’re counting
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| I’m going deep into the tunnel of the mountain
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| Spiritually awakened, that’s where it’s safest
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| Cause if I really want what you have I’ll just take it
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| But I am no longer listening to Satan
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| Your pockets are full but your soul it is vacant
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| Once a family, now four strangers
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| Reach insanity, now I’m more dangerous
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| Backs start to turn on the lone ranger
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| A lot less visits for the war angel
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| Did more than my share as far as cocaine go
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| And I still erupt like a volcano
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| My head’s still spinning, human tornado
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| Still dying as I’m staring at a black rainbow
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| Fuck everyone, fuck everything
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| Joke’s on me, I was never king
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| Walked around like I could never do wrong
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| Lost everything, now everything’s gone |