| And so another adventure begins
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| Ski slopes, skis, automatic weapons
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| Downhill shootout with Bill, they out for vengeance
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| Those two brothers
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| The same two motherfuckers I mentioned In Swordfish
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| Yeah, Isaac and Ish
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| Ishmael is shit backwards and Isaac’s a bitch
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| I’mma kill 'em both and still be left with five in the clip
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| These people invented and injected they mind with a chip
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| They shot and missed almost skiing off the side of the cliff
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| You know I shot back, Isaac was hit
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| A bullet ricochet off of his hip
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| Hit his brother Ish in the lip
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| An avalanche final finished they trip
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| Afterwards I had a ski buddy sucking me off up in the lift
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| Fucking me off up in the whip, dusting the dips
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| See me arriving by the hollow tunnel puffing a spliff
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| Put a hollow tip shell in my shit
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| Mind full of evil thoughts and my enemy’s bitch
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| I murdered the beast with the six-fingered hand Head of a goat, seven horns
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| Seven red bloodshot eyeballs that glow
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| Whatta y’all know?
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| You can practically taste the brain matter
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| It splatters cameras: The Final Scene
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| I laugh and spit in the face of death, load 'em with lead
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| Go to the sunset on a black horse, holding his head
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| Destroyed an army closing in, it reminded me of that time in Brazil
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| When my government assigned me with a license to kill
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| Fresh out of CIA torture school
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| Taught me the most effective ways
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| To make prisoner of war talk to you
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| From Europe to South America, bloodbaths, kidnappings
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| Sounds hysterical, orgies in a mansion
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| Where the Cult Leader drained warheads
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| For antidotes to viruses
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| Corporate alliances, we buying shit
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| Finance security, first-world terrorism
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| Combined it with religion
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| It’s proven the best business
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| Ask Osama, ask Bush, ask anybody
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| Give me a Ferrari and box full of money
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| A double agent with a hunger for paper
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| Now run they payment with my gun in they faces |