| Amplified, fortified, more to my liking
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| Come alive, overdrive, certified writing
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| Simplified, mortified, purified rhyming
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| Horrified, glorified, war! |
| Rob the Viking
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| We’re hungry and we’re thirsty, and we’re coming in
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| I’m eatin and drinkin and these are my friends
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| Hand over fist, damn don’t resist
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| My fang, gang or bang and man-handle this
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| If we have to twist, bend, snap or break
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| Neck back and spine to work out the weight
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| We will, for real, we’re still the type
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| With death appeal to kill the mic
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| You know what I feel like?
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| Taking no prisoners
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| Comin out blastin, laughin like the riddler
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| This one will get in ya
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| S&M signature
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| Y’all 2 minutes, i can’t wait to finish ya
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| The weight of the world
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| (For real, ya)
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| And you dont want to puch me to the edge
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| (We getcha)
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| Prepare for the worst
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| (We see ya)
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| 'cause you are now rockin with the best
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| (We hit ya)
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| You dont want to know what kinda place we’ve been livin in
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| You turn around and person’s face change like chameleon
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| We strike like a million, we’re money in the bank
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| Its golden and swollen and rollin like a tank
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| Battleaxe warriors, take your positions
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| Y’all too skrawny for the weight you’ve been liftin
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| You should let us take over and crush
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| And watch how the crowd just feed off the rush
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| Such an untouchable
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| You followin rottweiler with the high alcohol tolerance
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| Killas, gorrillas in the mist with this
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| Mister mischevious
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| Its rediculous
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| You think, who was suicidal enough to look after ya
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| After a masterful massacre has occurred
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| Naturally, a disasterous catastrophie
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| Now tell me: who the f**k wanna rap after me?
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| I’m relying on, Friends with firearms
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| White lightnin, trans am iron on
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| Kid i’m incredable hulk it
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| Can’t touch this mic clutch with vulcan grip
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| There’s no ultimate, We’re the ultimate
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| Keep wounds open, Prev throw salt in it
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| Spittin icicles and so forth
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| Go for it, I blow torch your snow fort
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| There’s no avoidin us, We’re poisonous
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| Get into this psychological influence
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| Infamous, plus ferocious, Do not approach us
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| You cockroaches
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| Armed heavily, This is longevity
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| Can’t keep up to myself, I’m way ahead of me
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| Machild’s a ball of confusion losin y’all
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| I’m delusional, Plus unusual
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| Heavy world, stress is real
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| I’ll tell you how pressure feels
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| Spinal snaps, shoulder crack
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| We keep pushing, won’t fall back
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| Heavy world, stress is real
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| I’ll tell you how pressure feels
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| Spinal snaps, shoulder crack
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| We keep pushing, won’t fall back |