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You know I’m dark as night, like the denizen of Wayne manor
Spray your brain matter in an insane manner
Like it ain’t matter — then I crush the tape
You better pump your brakes before I punch your face
My crew a bunch of apes — this is relentless hate
Sip blood out of goblets — I’ve got expensive tastes
I don’t play games, I name names
I make flames and take aim at lame brains
This is rage music, rat in a cage music
Jump off the stage music, burn a bible page to it
My veins are putrid, filled with self-loathing
The rap game Judas, the wolf in sheep’s clothing
The sky is set ablaze, when I bend a phrase
Pious Christians start to pray like it’s the end of days
So roll up a blunt, fatter than Chris Christie
The Kid is back, bitch — did you dicks miss me?
Put your hands up, put vice over virtue
You know the Kid is always out past curfew
Put your hands down, I don’t want to hurt you
This is my church now, I will convert you
You know I’m over the median, I’ll beat it in, it’s no hoax
Make ‘em laugh, the comedian with no jokes
Unabashed businessman, out for the bills
First-person-shooter nerd, out for the kills
Boom, headshot! You lost your fucking mind
Praying for my downfall — a waste of fucking time
I’m on my fucking grind and I never fight fair
Oh, dear, that’s like your worst nightmare, right there
Ahead by light years, I’m the dark that light fears
Slit a couple emcees’ throats, then drink ‘em up like light beers
I’m odd, not even, make you stop breathing
I’m all grown up now — I want to stop teething
And I’m not leaving, ‘til you all love the Kid
Don’t even have to say it — you all know what you did
You all know what this is — this is my goddamn moment
So I’m gon’ take a hold and I’ma goddamn own it
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