| Still truth, inner sin
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| While I push psycho, droop in hallucinogens
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| Venom in my verse, poison concoction
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| Mad spray obnoxious panic induced toxins
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| Usual delusional wordplay of the sick freak
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| And I ain’t had sex with a porn star in six weeks
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| Been trying to hear your new song, your shit’s weak
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| I’m short, fast, powerful attack — I’m a blitzkrieg
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| Three headed dragon with wings, I breathe fireballs
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| Black scales, platinum tongue, and gold eyeballs
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| I’m the next executioner like Lex Luthor
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| Dedicated my heart to the groupies, cause sex super
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| Still full of piss and vinegar
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| City full of 99 balloons, I’m the Hindenburg
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| You don’t want to see me spazz out fool
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| I distort and control like I’m Ra’s al Ghul
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| Adopted the darkness, chop with the sharpness
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| Keep your complaints, that is not my department
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| Yo
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| No such thing as a nice vulture
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| Lyrically a blowtorch to your ice sculpture
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| I’m more morbid than a mortician
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| Plus more efficient
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| Catching rappers like I’m sport fishing
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| Lord bishop, abort mission
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| Record foreign vicious
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| Horde visions like a worn prison
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| Record mode — do it with a wonderful wardrobe
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| Old warlord spitting swords for poor folks
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| Watch the shit hit the fan when I shitcan these lame fucks
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| Battle meter’s getting off dope, dog the pain sucks
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| Feel very sorry for 'em
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| Spit hallucinogenics weaponized in aerosol form
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| An electrifying bunch
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| Rectifying while I’m doing death defying stunts
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| I don’t care what you say, you can go to hell
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| Bored as hell, back’s so tight it’s like a tortoise shell
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| BAX WAR bitch
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| Rob the Viking |