| Look into the shadows
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| Thats where you’ll find us
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| Preparing for the battle
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| Look into the shadows
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| European vandals too much to handle
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| Rock full capacity
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| Cause more tragedies
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| Rotten highly flammable flow like gasoline
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| Life’s like a vivid dream
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| Goons got the guillotine
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| Still got the killer team
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| Maztek make ‘em scream
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| Get ya sun screen
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| Tom green noting' funny
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| This is unseen
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| Drop dirty bombs
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| Never come clean
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| Fuck your 16
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| Never get cream
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| Only fight you win is on split screen
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| You get me
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| So who’s out to get me?
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| Ammo, got plenty
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| Now you all friendly
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| Walked away, tensely
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| Made a wise choice
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| Come test me, bless G
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| Battle to the death see
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| Make it end quickly
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| DOD’s with me
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| Always move swiftly
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| A massacre of MC’s
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| Killed about 60
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| Look into the shadows
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| Always stays risky
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| Prepare for the battle
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| We always stay shifty
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| Shadow battle double barrel bow and arrow piercing
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| Bone marrow, flesh rock metal makes ya ears ring
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| Vision of a serpent in the desert
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| Solar panel body parts
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| Battery recharges every second
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| Look into the shadows
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| Tell me what you reckon
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| I reckon I be wrecking' shit
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| Recognise the weapon
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| Eleven fourteen
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| It might happen in a second
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| And when the reaper comes calling'
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| He won’t leave a message
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| Illest in the game
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| Yeah we’re killin' em insane
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| Every night we’re talkin'
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| Like its Pinky & The Brain
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| I got the taste of blood
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| And I’ve never been the same
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| Give me all you got
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| I don’t care about the fame
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| Look into the shadows
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| Read between the lines
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| Take a subtle (?) seat
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| And see the signals and the signs
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| Tingle in ya spine
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| Yes we linger in ya mind
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| I middle finger fucked the industry
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| And lived the grind
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| Look into the shadows
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| And see me
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| Look the devil right in the eye
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| You will see me
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| Look up in the sky where I’m high
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| You will see me
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| Comin' with that fire
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| Sire, Believe me
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| Buy my CD
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| I brainwash like TV
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| The ouija
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| You Need Me
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| Like ouija I’m creepy
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| Yet Dreamy
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| You wonder like Stevie
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| I deviate
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| Bastards!
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| I’m needy and drastic
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| And graphic with rap shit
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| Creep in the shadows
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| Like honky and sambo
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| I’ve got enough ammo
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| To blast all them assholes
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| The motherfunkin manual
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| Like lando
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| Ha, european vandal, too much to handle |