I been malignant, my brain it descecrate your evolution, mass produce rhymes with liquid biofusion. In a cesspool, im hazardous. I step in the club, i resurrect the dance floor like im Lazaryth, from the cabinet. I bring it to the edge, where the mics and the djs be hanging off the ledge, they fall, they fall, yes y'all. Its 4 corners of the earth spinning off the axis since the days of Mary Magdalene, we savage, Bionic. Its revolution through your cerwin vega, armageddon on this mic device, with no savior. Where the freaks? let em out, point em all in my direction watch em penetrate the club like it was president protection, what

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EVERYBODY IN THE PLACE HOLD TIGHT CAUSE EVERYTIME WE GRAB THE MIC YOU KNOW YOUR CLUB IGNITES. Where the freaks? LET EM OUT(4x)

Masterpiece theatre, drama speaker, watch me exude armageddon interludes extract from my holster. Jagged edge rusty blade killing tools, graduated from rip it to death school in 72. All yall, aggrivate all four corners of the wall, stand at the throne of God hold your nose and freefall. Yes yall, act like Lionel Richie and walk the wall, i want to see yall sneeze brains and snatch chains when the track bang. Bionic Jive engage, in catastrophic, metaphorical, biochemical mic serenades. Hit the floor, sock somebody, while i headlock the track and rock your body, what r

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We set it off, off the wall
Hey, where the freaks at?

HEEEEEY LET EM OUT LET EM OUT
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