| I’ll rip apart a robot with my bare hands
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| This ain’t like no band of brothers, I’ll see you on the broadband, like
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| Hold me inside your camera, It’s gon' be long time
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| You could be my Sarah, if this war don’t end my bloodline
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| And they taught me to move without thinking, I grew up with weapons inside of
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| my kitchen
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| There’s movement in distance, I won’t think to trust it, I got a turret,
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| my turret is lusty
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| I got a frag with the pin pulled halfway down the throat
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| Of the robot sent to kill me, I can’t trust us all
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| Assassins in my home and Skynet at my doorstep
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| There’s endorphins at the thought of cyborg turn me to contortions,
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| shit (into contortions)
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| I am not passive aggrssive, and you cannot pass me no sentnce, you menacing
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| circuitry
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| Harder to stand at attention than answer a question, I live in a state of
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| emergency
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| ‘Part with my bare hands
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| Ain’t no band of brothers, but I’ll see you on the broadband
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| Hold me in here, long time
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| You could be my Sarah, if war, you could be my Sarah, ‘line
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| You stupid fucks, I’m taking you from my truck |
| I’m at wheel with the Bouncing Betties and throwing ‘em at ya cuts
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| There’s a battle in my backyard, and they’re taking it very far
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| Wasn’t born with a bleeding heart, but I’ll turn the oil to art, like
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| Barely can remember, the times where the dust was settled
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| Guerilla, the rocky rebel, these androids not on my level, shit
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| Rarely miss a measure, I’m layered, I’m under several
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| Of pieces of armor, metal, protect me from all they weapons, and |