| You can’t joke with the Dark Knight
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| First born son with the dark life
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| Disperse of a hurt ya along with a sharp knife
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| I’m not your normal criminal mind
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| I force the longest form of torture in the minimal time
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| The hated the world learned to admire
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| Back to back ten paces, turn and fire
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| In a fight to being righteous
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| While you and the loser battle like the plight of Leonidas
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| We fight this, I go to war like the ancient Mongolians
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| Force you to kill your best friends in front of an audience
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| Treat my generals like family members
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| Fuck the world, it’s us against them
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| Shit upon humanity’s vengeance
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| Communicate like a social network
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| Bunch of postal suicidal co-conspirators exploding at work
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| But it’s a hazard of the job description
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| And even though we probably don’t deserve it, God will listen
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| But Satan also got your phone tapped
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| Ever since Ronald Reagan sold crack
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| Go back, six-fingered hand will make your soul clap
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| Been the word of God, demand attention like a murder squad
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| Eighteen-wheeler hit us on head on, should’ve swerved the car
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| Sticking with helium heads
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| Death beds with black rose pedals are fed dope meds
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| The feds? |
| coat stands
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| Pledge allegiance to Lucifer’s rejects
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| Some slept under the pale moon sky while? |
| got us still hot
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| I bled all that I can bleed, next step is death
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| I’m a bi-product of big brother sick swollen right eye
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| His brains leaking out the left wounded
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| Reap what we sow, that’s what they say to get by
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| ? |
| broken promises so I consolidate my offense
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| And materialize my defense
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| Speed-reading through violence, digest
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| This is a pie-eating contest
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| Ain’t no slice in the share and I come bearing the gifts of your options to live
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| Staring in the face of a society that created a beast to breathe heat
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| The world burns, sitting beside me while I feed on the fire that reach
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| Fuse you amputees like you touched the fridge
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| And your brigade can’t handle the consequences of not being able to clap freely
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| So I’m like fuck you, pay
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| And I’m from Brooklyn |