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| Yo yo what it is Kid Anti here layin down some phat beats and rhymes. It took me years to realize the nature of my affliction, to harbor the spirit of the antichrist is my true and only mission | |
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| You may not like my motives and you may not dig my rhymes, but when I'm through your souls will burn in Hell for all of time | |
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| Yo yo yo and a mic check one two, Professor X to the Y the Z comin' straight at you | |
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| Your addictive catchphrase won't work on me junior, Aaron, beat-poet extraordinaire has challenged you to a rhyming contest. | |
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