| Fallen angels speak the devil
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| They think I creep with the metal
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| My metal music, I’m luscious, stupid
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| Mr. Incredible. |
| Intangible animal
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| Let my mandible handle you
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| Trust I can’t stand
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| You overstand the channel through
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| Jim Jimmy Janice Jessy, whole damn planet, dude
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| I repeat: my people sipping power and dance to it
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| That heavy metal shit, not for radio mellowness
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| Gone, awk your pill, never said it darn better with (?)
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| The master generates arrogant amateur rhetoric
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| We veterans, the boss with the vitamin benefits
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| Dirtbags and first class was due with this flirt bag (?)
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| In a megamind I coap after banging in Bagdad
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| I’m bad ass, with word play like Besty
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| I’m hogging and nogging the leather Ink like Lefty
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| You get knocked up, ha!, I’m the man like Wesley
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| I’m the awk reader, I’m never dead, like Pac and Presley
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| This is the heavy metal shit
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| Don’t even meddle with
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| I keep the forgers
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| In case, yo, I gotta settle shit
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| You ain’t a veteran, I got some medicine
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| Don’t even act like you’re tough
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| For me, you’re better then (?)
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| And this ain’t for the radio
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| Don’t even play it, ho
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| The metal music, the lose it
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| You know it’s crazy, yo
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| This is how it’s going down
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| Let off a hundred round
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| A better music, now can you hear the sound? |