Blade… ready to die?
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I was born ready, muthafucka
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(Yo, yo, yo)
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It’s the feast of the blood with sin, unleash the beast within
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I walk around, with the strength, of a hundred men
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You best to run before I count to ten
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Blood drippin’from my canine, like a fountain pen
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It seems I’ve been asleep for a thousand years
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The way my world has change, it bring me a thousand tears
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Prince of darkness, they walk through the rays of light
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To this beat of empire, I’m the prototype
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The shape shifting, mirror image, flash phototype
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To everlast, an original red blood O type
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He was born perfect, and just like the great white shark, this guy has never
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had to evolve — sample
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Daywalker, daywalker
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Daywalker, daywalker
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Try to use my name, that’s fatal
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Tried to claim my fame, but that’s fatal
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About to bring the pain, that’s fatal
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Bite through your jugular vein, that’s fatal
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Come on, walk with me Come on, walk with me You’re not evolving, I must of heard hundreds, and they all, made the same
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saying
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Each one of them, in case of the needing of my sword — sample
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I strike back with a vengeance, the father, you’re descendents
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And I can’t be deflected, by your silver cross pendants
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Blood with holy water, you make the false images
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One swing from the sickle, ahh, your life diminishes
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Sting like the scorpion, strike with the force of kin
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My blood is known to be vitalized with corpse of men
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In the last days, they said the dead would walk again
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The blind, deaf and the dumb will talk again |