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I keep a straight face so I’m swell, when I send all of my enemies straight to hell, and dispell ever hex and potion you ever summoned, I summon my demons, 7 of em and they gon ride against every single heathen
I’ve been the one
While you runner up
Cut you down while I’m coming up
I’ve been around while you made of dust
Run as fast as the wind, you disappear, again, I’ve been the man
Know my life like the back of my hand
Got more drums than bandstand
Hop off of counters and run tricks like handstands
Can’t stand enough til your hand cramps
Made dreams move like sandman
I’m Peter Parker to your William Baker
Too much beef I gotta stake her, then turned around and made a profit, then I turned and made a ‘stake in her
9 months later
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