| My advice is to you
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| Think twice
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| Prevail
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| I’m noting short of incredible
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| My make up of chemical makes me a two legged animal who conquers like Hannibal
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| Cannonball, my tentacle crushes your mandible. |
| immalleable
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| Metal things wound in one round
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| What a one pound sound advice, while he pounds you in the ground
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| I walk crooked like Tender ten
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| When engage to defend it’s a dead end
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| And you could end up with a dead friend
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| Then again you never know who lurks around the bend
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| I speak backwards with a top spin to shatter your abdomen
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| Before you clue to whats happening
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| The lights go dim
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| My mind’s a grenade. |
| My mics a pin
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| And you can get torn from limb to limb
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| My advice
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| My advice is to you
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| Think twice
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| Madchild
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| My advice is beware of an Identity crisis
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| My advice is priceless. |
| I’m as precise as a brain surgeon
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| Scalpel devices. |
| No lightness
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| I’m twice as sharp as a mass murderers meat clever that dices
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| A Shogun warrior’s samurai sword that slices
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| Execution as black axe attacks the nicest
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| I’m painting ill imagery with blood and guts
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| The ice is melting
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| Skulls laced
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| An escape watch
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| Jesus Christ is, hung at the cross
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| All holocaust. |
| Paradise is lost
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| Nothing suffices. |
| Drink with iron ices
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| To forget about the future, electrician splices
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| Lie lifeless
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| You couldn’t take what my advice is
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| My advice is to you
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| Think twice
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| Prevail
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| I’m from the widest range of strangers
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| My sights are locked in aim
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| Now claim the world wide stretch so I can never be tamed
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| I’m immune to the plague of people that get played
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| I always where a collar to hide my razor blades
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| Trap no-fill brigades, hit the field in the morning
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| Now the whole family’s mourning cause they didn’t
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| Heed the warning
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| I’m a sight, seldom scene. |
| Candy man Cabrini green
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| I’m a classic in A major, Only bassets know where I’ve been
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| Madchild
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| The price you can’t afford
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| All praise the lord
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| Evidence is Sensei with the double edged sword
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| White lightning strikes. |
| Earth shakes and cracks
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| Black magic attacks and packs of battleaxe
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| Zodak transforms into a fire breathing dragon
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| Rocks the fresh burners, the sickest attacking
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| I choose form of ninja. |
| Knives and nunchuckers
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| So run for the hills you stupid motherfuckers
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| My advice is to you
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| Think twice |