I'm Pachacuti, the Incan lord
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All other tribes dreaded
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My name means 'he who shakes the earth'
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Not that I'm big-headed
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When it comes to claiming nearby lands
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I was the type to risk it
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But it's how I treat dead enemies
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That really took the biscuit
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I drink from their skull
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(Do the Pachacuti! )
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Pull out their teeth whole
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(Do the Pachacuti! )
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Turn teeth into charms
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(Do the Pachacuti! )
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Make flutes out of their arms
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(Pachacuti! )
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Once on a hillside, my troops hid
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To cause a rival strife
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And when they jumped out, it looked like
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The ground had come to life
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The rocks they are my warriors
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I then used to boast
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And that little lie helped us win wars
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But violence helped the most
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I drink from their skull
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(Do the Pachacuti! )
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Pull out their teeth whole
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(Do the Pachacuti! )
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Turn teeth into charms
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(Do the Pachacuti! )
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Make flutes out of their arms
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(Pachacuti! )
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If you were a rival chief
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We'd kill you fast and then
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We'd stuff you like a scarecrow
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But one for scaring men
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Then we'd rest your bony fingers on
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The stretched skin of your belly
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And in the breeze, they'd tap that tum
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Like a drummer, but more smelly!
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Drink from their skull
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(Do the Pachacuti! )
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Pull out their teeth whole
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(Do the Pachacuti! )
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Use their skin as a drum
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(Do the Pachacuti! )
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I've never had so much fun!
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(Pachacuti! )
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Pachacuti
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