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Peyder pey, paid man
İstеrsen waste man ol, bura metropolis
Metropolis, metropolis
Metropolis, metropolis
Metropolis, metropolis
Metropolis
the Apocalypse
When I'm atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with
an acid attack
Before i snap and go back to the lab
And jackoff a bit send a snip of my song
Get my dong hard
To get my long day done
I might have some
an acid attack
Before I snap and go back to the lab and jack off a bit
Send a snip of my song, get my dong hard to get my long day done
I might have some
Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca
It's a conspiracy (you know), I can't lie dukes
Sometimes I feel the rats got a better deal than I do
[Chorus
what my ex asks.
Why, cause I'm in a lab like Bill Nye the Science Guy.
Flyer than fly,
I could jump over top of the Empire State building, just glide.
they see the monument
Confronting the dark side looks like the apocalypse
I feel like Superman tryna save metropolis
Just another Clark Kent in
right, but I feel nice, shit,
Yeah, come and put me on
Man, come and get me lit
Scientific in the lab and it's like 6 A.M.
Damn, shit, it's really 6 A.M.
like Solomon
Still killing all of them
I stay anonymous
While giving ominous
Vibes off my aura is
Dark but yet marvelous
In this metropolis
Gotham
Midnight marauder that's harder
Than Sergeant Slaughter
Graphic novelist, Frank Miller, serial killer
Drive tanks through your metropolis
I simply think
When I walk in the lab Ima Labrador, you should go sell ya soul in the Apple store
I heard you was sniffin that Macklemore, You stuck to the white like
of confidence
Opened up Pandora's box
That was just the consequence
But I hail from metropolis
Cobblestone and broken hearts
Mine look like an open vault
This one
me leaving the metropolis
Before I'm leaving see me robbing a
Neck smooch from the sweetest of goddesses
Even the popular people about it
The way I
to cockglocking shit
Hating when we come through ya metropolis
[Dimaond D]
I like the finer things in life, rings and bikes
Expensive whips, first-class trips
metropolis bitch gettin' rich
Comin' straight outta Gotham hey Mr J
What is it now Harley?
Tell'em where you from puddin'
No clue, cause my origin's hazy
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