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I've lost track of my body count, The amount is enormous |
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Dropped in sector four |
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Non-conformist intimidates, Eliminating all heads of state |
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The punishment is banishment |
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Tarnishing and vanishing |
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I'm runnin' shit |
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Titanic panicking, Manic depressant |
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Addicted to adolescence, At the end of the crescent |
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Dragon's eyes glow fluorescent |
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Second-guess and rest in peace |
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Get laced in radioactive waste that's released |
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Feast fit for a king |
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Then bring two servants |
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Words swervin' and curvin' |
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You'll get what you deservin', It's urgent |
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Mad Child slice precise like a surgeon |
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Emergency exit's where you're headin' |
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Ha, forget it |
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[Hook (both)] |
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I'm your host to the roller coaster |
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Stick to your guns and cling to your holster |
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X2 |
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[Prevail] |
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As MC's slowly slip into sleep |
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Without bailin' with their hands up |
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Their homeboys act like Casey and Finnegan |
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Now this tends to send trends of frenzy, In to forensics |
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And then medics get hit |
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Lips spread like books of Dianetics |
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I'm a credit to my field of study |
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I, I kneel to nobody |
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You'll be as lucky as Lucy-Ann |
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If you get a word in edgewise |
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When it comes to being word wise , I've got an edge |
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And a worldwide urge |
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To rock on more wax than Verve |
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I'm in a class of my own |
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And still throw the great curve |
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The great curves of a poet |
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Is to run short on ideas |
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Works twice like two-way mirrors |
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My advice might slice like shears |
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[Hook (both)] |
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I'm your host to the roller coaster |
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Stick to your guns and cling to your holster |
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X2 |
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[Mad Child] |
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The penalty is execution, Suffer consequences |
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Intense as a prison riot, Barbed wire fences |
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Tenses, your Excellency senses |
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Assassins in the entrance, Disguised as my apprentice |
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Nonequivalent sibilance in every sentence |
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Send a message up by horse |
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Back to the castle, through the forests |
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Over the hill with no hassle |
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Scrolls scripted in gold, Ancient enlightenment |
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Wizardry and wisdom, Expressive excitement |
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Handsome and lonesome, The brand new heaviest |
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Lunacy in unison |
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Magnificent specimen |
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[Prevail] |
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The pinpointed path , Through the pit and the pendulum |
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Hypnotic gases still whirl |
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On the last curl of the wind mast, And narrows in |
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With Apollo and Ottomans, To cause pestilence |
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And rid the prominence, Of so called dominance |
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He and I the most decadent |
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With a promise of providence |
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I'm adamant about your iris |
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Seeing the style I use, When it's evident |
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I compile a charge , Like an alkaline pile |
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The concubines of pantomimes |
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More war chants and streamlined design |
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In the line, ligaments |
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With imagined figments |
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The tragic and epidemic rise |
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Of zero point five micro-pigment |
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Can you dig it? |
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[Hook (both)] |
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I'm your host to the roller coaster |
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Stick to your guns and cling to your holster |
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X2 |
