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(Mad Child) |
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Yo, I'm a cannibal on |
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Anthrax Island |
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Dine on my victims swervin' through pylons |
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Chamber music, car parked in dungeons |
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Stun gun, never sound redundant, funded |
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I don't give a fuck, more bang for your buck |
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You got shit to talk, you got's dick to suck |
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Repent my sins, wipe the prints leave the crime |
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Cold-blooded killers with medieval minds |
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The sober overdose poems roam like freight trains |
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The shit is back on weight gain, powder |
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No one man stand prouder |
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Pitbull, test a fire of gun powder. |
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Bright blue speck of light, cause from handstand |
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Dime in the jukebox, '65 |
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Mustang Pepsi |
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Cola, palm tress, |
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The Fonz Mad stab with bayonet, girls spin baton |
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Three com platoon, full moon conquer |
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Longer, we stay in the lake we grow stronger |
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Molotov Cocktail, locked and loaded |
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Murder MC's for free with no motive |
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Hard time relaxin', not used to taxes |
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Sick Vikings roll with crossbow axes |
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Bang this bitch plus, who you really down with? |
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I'm all around the world |
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You're on some hangin' down town shit. (Prevail) |
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Yo, that shit was dope (Mad Child) |
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Yo thanks |
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Prev, yo rock that shit. (Prevail) |
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Two steps ahead, too hard to swallow this |
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Eye glass reflection tubes of astrologists |
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Stars, galaxies, galleries of harm's way |
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Front and back row's untamed |
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Crucial, using maximum amount of brain |
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Grinding the edge of my axe to stay awake |
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Lanes shifted, stay at a distance |
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Half my with the sentence, hail the viscous |
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Double helix, mumbling rejects |
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Hear in the rock terrible knuckles our defense |
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Buckle under the enormous pressure of my presence |
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Since I humble those with even the most eager of intentions. |
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It hurts, when it works, in reverse and you find |
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That you truly have a mind of art |
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But your mouth doesn't want to help you out |
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When you speak and all you do is spit a line of chalk |
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I'm responsible for this, invisible pulsars on the wrist |
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What's a risk, if you don't believe that one exists |
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Gases on Venus, dancers in |
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Vegas Pull up by them other pits (Shiiit) you can't mistake us |
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Eyes full of hunger, strive to pull you under |
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Eat a limited circle, speak in energy circles |
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Prevail One, |
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The Rob The |
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Viking, Mad |
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Child S and |
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M we guaranteed, to breed the call of the wild |
