| The legendary number one headband
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| It’s promise is power, omnipotence
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| Immortality
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| But at what cost?
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| One that is greater than any man can imagine
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| And heavier than any man can bare
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| No soul who has ever wore it’s tattered grace
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| Has ever escaped the torment of it’s infinite burden
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| Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (Afro!)
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| So many times I had sneak up on them quicker
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| With my finger on the trigger, like
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| Like I’m pulling out my sword
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| This is combat, man, this is war (Afro!)
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| Brain stained with the harbor, sword stained with the blood of martyrs
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| Revenge is a never ending story, Afro who’s the author
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| Trying to bother, the bare site of my father
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| So I’m living today, like there’s no tomorrow
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| Sword, inside my sheet, my heart is filled with beef
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| For all the dead souls, that I chopped into piece
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| Return, of the Afro sheen, fatal mean guillotine
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| Sword in my hand, I want the number one headband
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
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| So many times I had sneak up on them quicker
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| With my finger on the trigger, like
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| Like I’m pulling out my sword
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| This is combat, man, this is war (Afro!) |