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Intro: P.R. Terrorist
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I do, I know, I know what time it is
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Terrorist, The Bastard Swordsman
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Holocaust, yo, yo
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[P.R. Terrorist]
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Rap diligently, return of the arm
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the star trilogy, scars and injuries inflicted on my enemies
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Attack you mentally, draw up and stand just like a centipede
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Then strike fast, leave ya weak ass up in a sling
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in the infirmary, telling war stories like you was king up
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in my rainforest, yet the God rain the hardest
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Flame and fury, torch off ya skin tissue and cartilage
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Throw darts the sharpest, aimed at ya head, ya man parted
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Looking retarded, telling him you never should've started
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what you couldn't end, handled my friend since age 10
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But he's not my brother, though he helped me out up in da deep cover
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when shit got hot, all palms sweating on the rubber
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[Holocaust]
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Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang yo
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Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (Holocaust)
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Bastard Swordsman, swing yo shit
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(I'm duckin all of em
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Swingin back, double edged axe we cuttin all of em)
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*repeat 2x*
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[Holocaust]
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Inflicted with a rare disease, MC's flee
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Fought wars for centuries my wounds bled killer bees
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Roam the battlesight word, shatter mics I've had a tragic life
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blood splatter nice ghetto life live on a sattelite
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Blind, injected with venom from water moccasins
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the child who floated in the air lock without oxygen
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For seventeen years all I learned was profanity
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Graduated from the academy of insanity
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Holocaust, loud mouth who roams wise
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I'm hideous glancing gouge out ya own eyes
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West Coast that grotesque group flow's wet
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Bury you and some in Norweiga wit a broke neck
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Wu-Tang, seven death blows
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explore the globe,
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Stand in shallow water and slaughter those who oppose
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The passionate destroyer who stings like antiseptic
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Barbaric, esoteric, half-sorcerer, half-skeptic
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Anorexic, war machine,
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depressed, drunken mess
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Learn from the best, snatchin ya fossil from ya flesh
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Bloodshot, Doctor Killgrave, subterranian
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Skeleton's reinforced with stone and titanium
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Gyros, hun blood and oil flow as one
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Mental powers override iron fist and blade tongue
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The Bronx Don, with bomb songs, hit Hong Kong
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Holocaust is scientific experiment gone wrong
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[9th Prince]
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Yo, Ally Commanders come dress to kill
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at the Armageddon Wedding
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We're the old temple platoon ya die soon
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Our battlegrounds in the womb of the moon
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Most of yall niggas is cloons
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gettin hit by typhoons, machine guillotines
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Rip out the spleens, tonight while ya screams
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I'll blast ya in ya dreams, listen to my bombs
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Like you used to read the Psalms
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I got firearm like Megatron, asthma attack rap
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snaps, windpipes crack,
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Bury ya ass beneath the graveyard shack
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Third eyes like binoculars, visions of the lyrical opera
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Sponsor the conquer, I blow spots like the Unabomber
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The stage is made of steel cage, battlegrounds of
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Starrcade '98, I meditate at a rate that'll cause an earthquake
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I drop antrax bombs on your plantation,
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then murder you twice, to make sure there's no reincarnation
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Chorus: Killa Sin (Shogun Assasson) 2x
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Bastard Swordsman, swing yo shit
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(I'm duckin all of em,
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Coming back, double edged sword
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and cuttin all of em)
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[Shogun Assasson]
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My mind is bad, because it's great to see that full
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My old dad, and charter his story
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And made him believe in a my-story
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That's how you know times is bad
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When Gods is being killed by crabs
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that invest these streets, it ain't safe no more
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So before you leave your front door the war is cold
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So grab your heats, your God-U now
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and your teflon cause the war's on like
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Red Dawn, I'm a threat to America like Saddam
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I be the verbal terrorist doing the strength of his language
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Now I'm mad like Max, when I attack tracks
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To the death of Wu wax, I drop facts like
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bombs on Saigon, it be the music that makes me sick
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And act like a paranoid schizophrenic,
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I leave your mind in a state of panic,
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like a claustrophobic trapped on the Titanic
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(Chorus: 3x)
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Outro: Shogun Assasson
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Mother fuckas
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Comin straight for ya jugular vein
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With my double edged blade
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Bastard Swordsman
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