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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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