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[MadChild]
I give you the creeps
My style's sickening
First the awakening
Prepare for the quickening
Battle sole controller
There can only be one
Drink a can of Pepsi-cola
While I'm walking on the sun
I'm ill
Equipped with interchangeable weaponry
Three mystical blades
And multiple personalities
Come crisp with raspiness
Witchcraft to grasp this
Depth of perception
Schizophrenic perfectionist
My direction is out there past the stars
Part beast, with powerful jaws and sharp claws
Exceptional in this physical existence
Suck on my potential
And choke on this persistence
For instance I'm the light
That's shining in the distance
Palm trees pina colodas
Citrus and incense
I'm intense
Joker laugh get broke in half
Like Sylvester Stallone
Comfortable, stroke the shaft
No doubt I'm immaculate
I'm tackling those
Cackling crows attacking
And I'm packing in shows
Transform, but still come with fantastic form
Ancient war chants
Clips surpass the norm
Windstorm that is creating a god-awful mess
Now take a shot at the best
I got a lot off my chest
And this is hot off the press
And it sizzles and scorches
I scorch you down in deep dark caves lead by torches

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