[MadChild]
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I give you the creeps
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My style's sickening
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First the awakening
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Prepare for the quickening
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Battle sole controller
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There can only be one
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Drink a can of Pepsi-cola
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While I'm walking on the sun
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I'm ill
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Equipped with interchangeable weaponry
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Three mystical blades
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And multiple personalities
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Come crisp with raspiness
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Witchcraft to grasp this
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Depth of perception
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Schizophrenic perfectionist
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My direction is out there past the stars
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Part beast, with powerful jaws and sharp claws
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Exceptional in this physical existence
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Suck on my potential
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And choke on this persistence
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For instance I'm the light
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That's shining in the distance
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Palm trees pina colodas
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Citrus and incense
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I'm intense
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Joker laugh get broke in half
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Like Sylvester Stallone
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Comfortable, stroke the shaft
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No doubt I'm immaculate
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I'm tackling those
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Cackling crows attacking
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And I'm packing in shows
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Transform, but still come with fantastic form
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Ancient war chants
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Clips surpass the norm
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Windstorm that is creating a god-awful mess
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Now take a shot at the best
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I got a lot off my chest
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And this is hot off the press
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And it sizzles and scorches
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I scorch you down in deep dark caves lead by torches
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[Prevail]
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Yo, man how ya feeling?
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Man for realla I could kill a gorilla
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I'm a breed of the last to see men
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In activation on a planet of freaks
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I frequent hollows and abandoned hallways
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And the poisons in my abdomen
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So watch my movement always
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I take the things out of my old armor
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Remove the rings out of my old grenade parlor
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I stay sharper than the tails from the partner
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And twice as sharp as the reason
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The hands of the hooded wanderer
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Some will wonder how much longer
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Before the berserkers conquer
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I promise my attack on all those who sponsor
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The material put out by monsters
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In appearance of king Richard the third
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My style comes precured
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There's no further twisting necessary
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There's many ways to enter Deferrin's embassy
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And take your place on the last line of security
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Renege from him's a blasphemy
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Swine like red red wine and beads of rosary
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Bless + Destroy
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Swollen Members |