| Yo, I’m a cannibal on Anthrax Island
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| Dine on my victims swervin' through pylons
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| Chamber music, car parked in dungeons
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| Stun gun, never sound redundant, funded
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| I don’t give a fuck, more bang for your buck
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| You got shit to talk, you got’s dick to suck
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| Repent my sins, wipe the prints leave the crime
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| Cold-blooded killers with medieval minds
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| The sober overdose poems roam like freight trains
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| The shit is back on weight gain, powder
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| No one man stand prouder
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| Pitbull, test a fire of gun powder
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| Bright blue speck of light, cause from handstand
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| Dime in the jukebox, '65 Mustang
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| Pepsi Cola, palm tress, The Fonz
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| Mad stab with bayonet, girls spin baton
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| Three com platoon, full moon conquer
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| Longer, we stay in the lake we grow stronger
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| Molotov Cocktail, locked and loaded
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| Murder MC’s for free with no motive
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| Hard time relaxin', not used to taxes
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| Sick Vikings roll with crossbow axes
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| Bang this bitch plus, who you really down with?
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| I’m all around the world
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| You’re on some hangin' down town shit
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| (Prevail)
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| Yo, that shit was dope
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| (Mad Child)
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| Yo thanks Prev, yo rock that shit
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| (Prevail)
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| Two steps ahead, too hard to swallow this
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| Eye glass reflection tubes of astrologists
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| Stars, galaxies, galleries of harm’s way
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| Front and back row’s untamed
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| Crucial, using maximum amount of brain
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| Grinding the edge of my axe to stay awake
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| Lanes shifted, stay at a distance
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| Half my with the sentence, hail the viscous
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| Double helix, mumbling rejects
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| Hear in the rock terrible knuckles our defense
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| Buckle under the enormous pressure of my prez
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| Since I humble those with even the most eager of intentions
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| It hurts, when it works, in reverse and you find
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| That you truly have a mind of art
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| But your mouth doesn’t want to help you out
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| When you speak and all you do is spit a line of chalk
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| I’m responsible for this, invisible pulsars on the wrist
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| What’s a wrist, if you don’t believe that one exists
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| Gases on Venus, dancers in Vegas
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| Pull up by them other pits (Shiiit) you can’t mistake us
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| Eyes full of hunger, strive to pull you under
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| Eat a limited circle, speak in energy circles
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| Prevail One, The Rob The Viking, Mad Child
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| S and M we guaranteed, to breed the call of the wild |