| The mass murderer
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| Mass murderer
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| A-F-R-O the kid
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| Native American land, saviour with lasers and anger
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| And banging patient a change of a shaking arrogant stance
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| Shaping the lyrics and stabbing ya face with hangers and masking tape
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| I laugh and jab at the wrath of pain >I merit ❓❓❓sits ❓❓❓< in the mixing in the
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| shift of the matrix
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| Iggy Azalea frog face look like Marlon Wayans on his worst day
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| Spray painted tainted verse slayed
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| Earn wage from Vern Ernest heard it from the grave
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| I rip and I rhyme and
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| I rhyme and I rip
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| Now this is the way that the lines are spit
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| With A-F-R-O on the mic
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| Marco Polo on the boards
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| We swarm, we swarm
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| We swarm, we swarm
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| I rip and I rhyme and
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| I rhyme and I rip
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| Now this is the way that the lines are spit
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| With Pharoahe on the mic
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| Marco Polo on the boards
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| We swarm, we swarm
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| We swarm, we swarm
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| A panicking heroin addict
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| Sicker than Mr. Robot
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| Anakin Sky-walking
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| And I’m an animal on the mic
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| A cannibal cyborg protesting, fighting for his mechanical rights Publishing and
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| my fucking mechanical rights
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| Swarm, West African killer bee abilities
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| A martyr with modern day smart bombs
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| Armed with Kevlar body armour
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| That’s a part of my particle melting artillery
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| Kidnap the president’s daughters without a plan
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| Brrrat!
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| Clap at the Ku Klux Klan and hack Hillary
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| And all this while I was getting head service from my personal server
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| Shit, she should not have been on her personal server
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| Cherry pickin' licking nipples playing Contra
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| With Jane Fonda, now that’s a triple entendre
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| Pharoahe, I actually mastered the supernatural
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| Strike you out like Satchel
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| Then I’ll clap at you in a tabernacle
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| Crack a statue wrapping Matthews backwards
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| If you’re attacking A-F-R-O
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| Hijack a cracker jackass in a ransom if he’s asking for cash flow
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| Fascist radical bastard with a beard who will be casted as Castro
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| Attacking the assassin with a spear, put my ashes out on these assholes
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| You gotta be kidding me, you’re forbidding a battle of God when he got a gas
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| mask on
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| We swarm
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| I rip and I rhyme and
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| I rhyme and I rip
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| Now this is the way that the lines are spit
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| With Pharoahe on the mic
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| Marco Polo on the boards
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| We swarm, we swarm
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| We swarm, we swarm
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| I rip and I rhyme and
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| I rhyme and I rip
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| Now this is the way that the lines are spit
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| With A-F-R-O on the mic
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| Marco Polo on the boards
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| We swarm, we swarm
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| We swarm, we swarm |