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instinct to survive in the first minute of time I was sipping the elixir of lifeBorn with infinite lives, when collecting thoughts I suck the universe into my mindI'm lyricism defined, a voice so loud I leave the studio before I finish my linesShaolin monk blessed with a powerful punchKnock every last oxygen molecule out of your lungsI sit back and kill timewasters, never second-guessI stab in the dark with lightsabersWe're the underground's upper echelon to whom it concernsYou're sincerely written off with this letter bombI'll have the rap scene cordoned offWhen I engrave your name on a bullet and call the shotsYou've got it backwards like French dramaSo I put the nail bomb in your coffin with a sledgehammerMy block maybe a fiery red but there's nothing but ice in the left side of my chestNot right in the head, rolling triple sixes every time I'm dancing with deathRaised on the opposite of love, drove insane with the body in the trunkYo psychological the sort of my mind rotten to the core like Sodom and Gomorrah[Chorus]Strange, deranged, twisted, insaneCrazy, demented, sick in the brainStrange, deranged, twisted, insaneCrazy, demented, schizophrenicLetras de cancionesStrange, deranged, twisted, insaneCrazy, demented, sick in the brainStrange, deranged, twisted, insaneCrazy, demented...Throw grenades and play fetch with a dog soldierI'm Jason born the 31st of October1983 AD God made Earth in seven daysAnd took nine months to make meBreathe fire as I squeeze on my dragon ballsCatch Zs when I sleep on my padded wallsYou now sleep with piranhasI'm the soul of the Earth and the recipe for disastersBoa constrict blood flow to your lipsFocus my eyes on the moon forcing a solar eclipseNobody is colder than thisThink outside Pandora's Box and think of opening itI never sat in traffic, I lift the car and run until my muscles dissolve in lactic acidDinosaur spinal cord with ? in placeTurn away and backstab you with my vertebraeI'm the right man for the hatchet jobPrepare the abattoir for the lamb of GodBanish you to the land of nodClose friends turn into snakes like Aaron's rodBetween a Ragnarök and a hard placeTo the last days no matter whatCamelot home to my knighthoodGot Jakabok Botch locked inside my rhyme book[Chorus] From Letras Mania