| Yo, yo the mater of puppets
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| Cats burning your corpse in acid in buckets
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| Attracted to ruckus, like magnets
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| I Cro-Mags' pits, I’m bangin St. Agnes
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| Satan The Baptist
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| Sacrilegious, like Charlie
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| Rugged, like Harley Davidson bikes
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| Or Kerry Kings' spikes, terror show no mercy
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| Iller than Percy Miller, no one will reverse me
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| Necro, Logical-Psycho
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| Burning you with highly flammable nitro
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| Glycerin, your Michael on a motorcycle
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| Interesting, a programmable micro
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| Chip attached to the back of your neck, some D shit
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| Brainwashing you like Creasy Silo, cuz you weren’t appreciative
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| And you’re to pissy to live
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| Double bass, courtesy of Away from Voivod
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| I will destroy God
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| Along with any other myth or Messiah you created to control me
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| It’s all a game like a point guard
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| I stay rebellious, like pipe bombs
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| Being thrown at the police in Belfast
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| You’ll be known as deceased
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| After we buck you with heavy metal like HellFest
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| Crushing you’s my mission to leave you a morbid stiff
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| Bludgeon you beyond recognition with distorted riffs
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| Technical drums and rugged bass rip through your flesh
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| Concerto of Sickness, Classical Acid
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| The Pre-Fix for Death
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| Some Ralphus shit
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| Gouging eyes, like a doctor on a malpractice trip
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| Chopping at the hood of your coat
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| Stomping your mental with a foot note, and an asterix
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| Filthy, like Madonnas gums
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| Beat you, like Tama Drums when the drama comes
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| Hydrochloric, low-budget gore flick
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| Similar to the ones that Troma funds
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| Metal Hip-Hop
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| The fusion of real rap, with real guitar shit no illusions
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| No fake shit
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| I live both cultures, so when I make shit the result is gruesome
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| A hustler, I used to sell home grown weed
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| Now I proceed, put in my time into moving CDs
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| Like I’m aerobic-grinding like agoraphobic nosebleed
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| Carve ya, I began as lava
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| Now I’m your father on the cover of Revolver
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| Devastate you like Antonio Tarver
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| Disintegrate you, cremate you, dissolve ya
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| I got bitches enslaved in cargo
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| My shit’s brutal like Dave Lombardo on a drum kit
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| My voice is distinct like Don Pardo
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| Like Manson on Geraldo |