| Blade… ready to die?
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| I was born ready, muthafucka
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| (Yo, yo, yo)
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| It’s the feast of the blood with sin, unleash the beast within
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| I walk around, with the strength, of a hundred men
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| You best to run before I count to ten
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| Blood drippin’from my canine, like a fountain pen
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| It seems I’ve been asleep for a thousand years
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| The way my world has change, it bring me a thousand tears
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| Prince of darkness, they walk through the rays of light
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| To this beat of empire, I’m the prototype
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| The shape shifting, mirror image, flash phototype
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| To everlast, an original red blood O type
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| He was born perfect, and just like the great white shark, this guy has never
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| had to evolve — sample
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| Daywalker, daywalker
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| Daywalker, daywalker
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| Try to use my name, that’s fatal
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| Tried to claim my fame, but that’s fatal
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| About to bring the pain, that’s fatal
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| Bite through your jugular vein, that’s fatal
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| Come on, walk with me Come on, walk with me You’re not evolving, I must of heard hundreds, and they all, made the same
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| saying
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| Each one of them, in case of the needing of my sword — sample
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| I strike back with a vengeance, the father, you’re descendents
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| And I can’t be deflected, by your silver cross pendants
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| Blood with holy water, you make the false images
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| One swing from the sickle, ahh, your life diminishes
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| Sting like the scorpion, strike with the force of kin
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| My blood is known to be vitalized with corpse of men
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| In the last days, they said the dead would walk again
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| The blind, deaf and the dumb will talk again |