| Wake up and smell the bodies, can you take the stench?
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| I was born to kill like David Webb
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| Live on house on haunted hill
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| Where heretics burn at the stake like a Foreman grill (Ill)
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| Death defying
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| My spirit is Satan’s most sought after collector’s item
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| Rule universe and beyond
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| Got a poetic license to kill, word is my bond
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| (Fire at will) shoot off at the mouth
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| Connor McCloud bringing Apocalypse Now
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| Want the same deal that was offered to Faust
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| Got present’s screaming «Officer Down!»
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| It’s every man for himself
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| I’m Gambit, hit the deck when I play the hand I was dealt
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| Explosion,
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| My opponents talk tough, but wouldn’t harm a Jeff Goldblum
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| I beat the odds 'till I’m breaking even
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| A raging demon, driving crucifixes into pagan heathens
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| Typhonic raining season
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| Free fall without my heart rate increasing or a change in my pace of breathing
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| Skin coated in solar panels
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| Absorb the sun’s energy, radiate golden shadows
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| Colder than frozen polar mammals
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| Faster than bows and arrows and bullets leaving revolver barrels
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| Rush back for revenge
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| Speed camera screen apertures cave in and shatter the lens
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| Hang upside down inside a churches steeple
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| Suspended in pits of hypodermic needles
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| Write two different verses at the same time with each of ma hands
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| Born an unstoppable force
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| A tropical storm, freestyling the oracle’s thoughts locked in a hospital ward |