| I’m hiding in the shadows from the demons that I battle
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| I’m a psycho with a hypodermic needle in my ankle.
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| My cerebral has a fire breathing ego that exists
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| I’m evil, people lock my sight and burn into a crisp.
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| My sentiments are venomous, I’m poisonous to enemies,
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| No cure, there is no remedy, death will be the penalty.
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| I’m menacing, invented with demented thoughts of grandeur,
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| Temper is explosive, I’m a boiling pot of anger.
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| Middle aged mutant, deformed monstrosity,
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| Do not have the audacity to fuck with this atrocity.
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| Reform, deform, creeper in a tree fort
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| Deport back into my country, read the report.
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| Igor, why they wanna pick on little me for?
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| C4 explosives, I’m ferocious by the sea shore.
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| Keep it, you will reap it, I will give it all I got
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| I’m strategic, devil’s reject, I will think and I will plot.
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| I will have the last laugh, I’m a fucking bad man.
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| Surround my house with sand bags, like it’s fucking' Baghdad.
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| They don’t feel the fire yet? |
| They will feel the back draft.
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| Hand making bullets while I’m listening to Black Flags
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| Selectors, they are sodomites, detecting me on satellite
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| Sneak across the border to Seattle with a pad and mic.
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| DJ, play a battle break, I’m battling on stage,
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| I’m a rattle snake, you kids should not be rattling my cage.
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| And I don’t give a fuck about a rapper with a buzz
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| I’ll happily attack him and extract a little blood.
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| Like packing an Exact-o, I’m exact with the result.
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| Your friends can ask what happen, you’ll say «crap, it was my fault».
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| I’m an albatross, fucking' falcon claws,
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| Half mountain lion, countless crimes, but I’ll be fine, my blood is mixed with
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| alkaline.
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| Kill the little monster, he is obviously insane,
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| He’s probably just a goblin and has problems with his brain.
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| I go to bed at night, I’m dreaming of revenge,
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| But I’m tossing and I’m turning, candle burning at both ends.
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| I wake up asking «don't you hear the laughing?»
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| They don’t hear it. |
| Every night I pray to God «protect us from these evil
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| spirits»
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| Lyrics like I’m touched by the angels, I’m dangerous,
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| Put my words together in the strangest arrangements.
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| I’m gloomy from my vanity, illuminate insanity,
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| Accumulating doom related lines that leave you panicking.
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| A samurai, I guess I glamorize being traumatized,
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| Promise I will never compromise with these homicides.
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| An alligator salivating, calibrated jaws,
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| Abnormality, I gravitate with gladiator dogs.
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| Divine separatists rhyme, divine specimen
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| Combine efforts, align, sublime specialist.
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| I design, refined lines as my weaponry,
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| Trying to find destiny, God provides recipe. |