[Intro]: *kinky* Yeah Uh huh Yo Yeah, yeah, yo, uh huh (chanting) Swollen, swollen, swollen, swollen [Verse One] [Prevail] Flint spears and arrow heads, sparrows and parrot's heads Apocalypto slits throat, apply pressure Espionage--Black overcoat. Catcher In The Rye Iron telescopes, Death Proof, A Planet Called Terror I'm a Grind House, the bearer of bad news Sun moon and stars bears my seal like bloody sabbath Eels for hungry maggots. Negative temperature in the meat locker A final resting place for rappers and beef boxers You play the bitch role like Star Scream to Megatron The soundwaves engraved in my name lead you to martyrdom Highly celebrated? You're mutilated like livestock Sorcerers apprentice to Merlin's powerful warlock Spellbound meltdown. Gold for armor While my hell hounds hunt down prey for honor More strength in my legion than 300 from Sparta Cannonballs crush. The dawning of my armadas [Mad Child] This country needs a hero, you godless heathens! Hip hop is not dead but it's hardly breathing Bring life back to it. Yeah, shine a little light So the crazy kids can listen in the middle of the night Mad Child box tomahawk I'm a Mohawk Indian Angel from hell, so fuck your opinion It's dangerous to make friends with strangers So when I'm not with them I remain the Lone Ranger 15 reasons not to cause anger 14 in the clip plus one in the chamber And I will not pretend I'm not down with brown killers Got gang squad watching my home Cause I roam with known felons Knock, knock! Got nothing to tell 'em so Everywhere I go I get stopped The top billing Will he keep poppin' pills Till the shit kill him Or will he drop it before the wheels stop spinning New topic Shane's brain is a little bit offset I'm hot but some of the my thoughts Got too much topspin [Prevail]: The code of the warrior is armed to the teeth What we make in the studio spills on to the streets We take over the stage. We're enraged like a beast We've been let out the cage. After famine we feast [Mad Child]: Psychotic episode. Voices in my head Bad choices. Poison should be dead Half horse, half devil. Red head hunter Still love God but I'm still a little monster (Two years passed by) That's news to me Now these drugs aren't as good as they used to be So I'm take a little break and make some Death Music That's self abusive dark marching music I'm startin' to lose it. It's already been gone Still killer strong. I am King Kong With the wild and restless spirit Let it rain from the pain in my lyrics I'm insane. That's my main interference That's blood in the sink that's Shane in the mirror And I refuse to respect my enemies If their souls are cold and ungenerous That's how I feel. Real gangsters are gentlemen Hold cold steel if they feel the adrenaline Steel will kill if feel life depend on it Not for a meal. That's serving the devil shit The misguided angel is heaven sent Don't call this a comeback. We never left [Spoken] "Most people are surprised that I walk on two legs And ah... I have no choice, I have to solve this, this problem So I suppose that my plans are to figure out some new identity Kill off one life and get another one."
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