| Yo, I’ve read the Bible and the Necronomicon
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| I’m demonic, me and the devil, we share a common bond
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| This Palmer Square in your area, check the polygon
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| Borderline losin' my mind like the Madonna song
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| I know I said that I’ve said enough, but I’ll say some more
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| Baby boy waging war since the age of four
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| Making a blanket fort on the basement floor
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| Fortune and fame, brainstormin', I’m aimin' to break the norm
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| So listen here, we adhere to th highest principles
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| Rise to th pinnacle, mining combining syllables
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| Why do I do this? |
| Confused by my life as a musician
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| I’m interested in finding a new niche
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| Infinite game, my gang is winnin' the game
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| The original duke of Windsor, make the pistol go bang
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| Simple and plain, quick-witted, leave you wincin' in pain
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| Smokin' a Winston out the window while I whistle and sing
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| Dang, you know I’m sizzlin' hot
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| Stirrin' a simmerin' pot of blistering lava, igneous rock
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| Pickin' your lock, pilfer your pockets, give me the guap
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| I quit my job for this, I promise you won’t get me to stop
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| Yo, turn the music up, I’m tryna drown the voices in my head out of existence
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| Or at least a distance of a couple inches
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| Tunnel vision when I’m in a rage, I move the mandible
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| People sit in cages too, this ain’t a zoo for animals
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| Choose to live in peril, divin' hella deep into the dark abyss
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| It’s hard to miss when shootin' fish in barrels
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| Let me bend your ear and chew the cartilage
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| Get it clear, the end is near, narcissism fueling stupid arguments
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| Not a rapper, I’m an arsonist spittin' fire
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| Pretty tired, sometimes I need a pharmacist to get inspired
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| Whatever it takes is what it takes if you can take a hint
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| The balance in my bank account will make you squint
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| Mind is under maintenance, brain could use a washin'
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| They say the youth are flossin'
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| I take a rip and pick my teeth with paper clips
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| Make a fist and drive it through the wall, or way beyond
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| Maybe I can guide you through the fall, or maybe not
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| Preyed upon the weakest link and laid my enemies to waste
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| Then disappear, consider fear a flavor that I need to taste
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| What people think’s irrelevant is relevant, it’s ruthless spittin'
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| Elephant will leave a trace regardless of the room it’s in |