| God of our father’s hear me the wicked seek to rule the Earth and mock your
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| will — show them your wrath!
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| Destroy the guilty lest the innocent perish
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| Yeah, Muggs: The Black Goat, Pazienza
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Raise the gates
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| This a headshot homie and I broke the balloon
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| They was plottin' that homie, it was smoke in the room
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| This is blacked-out everything, cold in the womb
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| This is three faces of fear, the dungeon of doom
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| See it’s drugs here opium, Iranian gangs
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| The devil is long-horned, he like Damion James
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| How he talkin' hammers when he can’t even hold a tool right
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| This .50 cal’ll have 'em all sleeping like a school night
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| Listen, this gun is a small stalker
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| That make your body burst into flames like it’s Paul Walker
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| Laser light bayonet, really it’s the sharpest
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| From experience the first milli is the hardest
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| Death’s coming soon pal, it’s chilly in this darkness
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| The place that I’m from called Philly and it’s heartless
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| It’s game time, money, caught a body off the rip
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| Just another John Doe with his body in the ditch
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| Yeah
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| Cobra Kai, Daniel LaRusso
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| Fire at close range pal, Antetokounmpo
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| I been doing this, I got workers on the night shift
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| I was denied bail, judge said I was a flight risk
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| Still sharp as steel mahfucker, I’m a sharpener
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| Perry was a wanderer, was a carpenter
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| Atilla the Hun, barbarian, a conqueror
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| Babalawo I’m a conjurer
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| All these scallywags carry leather sword sheaths
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| There’s fertile soil there, unexplored heaths
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| This Mossberg like the god of thunder Thor speaks
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| A shooter work is never done until his gourd leaks
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| A dead man said he got his power from the tomb
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| I can tell you pussy, you the loudest in the room
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| I made one call, look at all the soldiers that came
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| It’s a different era pussy but the code is the same |