| From the lungs of an original member,
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| Savagest traveler,
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| Pick my teeth with the bones of cadavres
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| Ravage and magic there’s rap in your cabbage
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| Swing with Battle Axe cuz I can’t stay average
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| Roll with the maverick who moves spider-matic
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| Down with the ice vein, angel misguided
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| The phantom in your cabinet of lies
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| Why can’t they fathom the pattern of the skies
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| It’s dark when I wake light falls when I sleep
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| Fright comes off me when I walk in the street
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| Embark on my feat of neuroscience’s discoveries
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| Acid on your brain makes the holes seem lovely
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| And you thought I couldn’t rock this way?
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| You thought wrong, partner; |
| my thought displays
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| The most caustic array that I bring when I choose it
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| Fuck when you wanna see me use it.
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| Red Dragon
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| Unbelievable, under duress
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| I’m not easily amused,
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| I snap when the fuse blows
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| Alligator trap door, crumbs on the fool’s flo (or)
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| Delta brain of an unstable genius
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| Flies in your face when the gun’s safety freezes.
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| Run hasty to quicken your suffering,
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| Grizzly react, when you gasp, they’ll be busting in.
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| Get down, with no buffer zone
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| Buffering’s useless just leave what you suffer whole
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| Buffalos roam, the bisons stampede
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| Icing on the cake is the moment when you see
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| The scorpion chains, and the fire from the nostril
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| Hostile, exotic, collossal
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| Red Dragon
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| Unbelievable, under duress
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| My voice resonates, and ignore these featherweights
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| Resonates, pound up with this acid taste
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| Resuscitate the double horn side of me
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| Colliding with tusk, and make the harm bodily
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| Idle hands never, but whatever, my workshop’s still hot
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| Algorithms, Superior skill shots
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| Mathmetician, its half past sufficient
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| You grab-ass is wishin'
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| That you had another mission
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| In mind
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| Instead of trying to fuck with mine
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| Underestimatin' is half of the crime
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| The rapid supply of my graphic design
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| Can fool the unwary,
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| Put a snap in your spine
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| Don’t be sorry, you just findin' out
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| Chop your neck off, muthafucka now you really beside yourself
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| Cybermouse
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| This is more tangible than keypads
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| You ain’t so tough with the kneepads.
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| Red Dragon
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| Unbelievable, under duress: |