[Intro]
\nBut you can be sure of this, anyone who gets the mark of the beast - 666 - is doomed. There is no turning back, no forgiveness, no second chances, no redemption, and no salvation. Don't think to yourself that God will understand. That he'll forgive me for taking the mark. He's merciful and he doesn't want me to lose my life. I don't have to worry, I can still be saved, right? Wrong
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\n[Verse 1: Leprikon]
\nI spit fire and ash, so save matches
\nMy flow [sits?] in a flurry that made cashes
\nI broke the industry down and ate fragments
\nWhen rеassembled, coincide innatе madness
\nCatacombs and metronomes spill the blood in my veins
\nSat alone and battled, [from?] understood is insane
\nCast into the shadows, proclaimed to be a blasphemer
\nI passed the test of time so my breed would be the last to burn
\nMind of a savage, mentality of a carnivore
\nEver see the rage of someone come to reach this far before?
\nSpittin' flames so your Bose turns your brain into mush
\nWhile the bass hits your bones and leaves your skeletal frame crushed
\nSee the high class poetry emerge
\nWhile the words are the [?], get respect that I deserve
\nEvery lyric is the shit when you possess all the talent
\nSo don't go against God and the Devil in the same package
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\n[Chorus: LepriKon]
\nIt's time you heed my warning unless you wanna see
\nThe man inside the stories, beware the mark of the beast
\nYour flows are wack and boring, in fact your tracks are weak
\nAll cats who rap too poorly, beware the mark of the beast
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\n[Verse 2: Hades]
\nThe ground opens up right beneath your feet
\nWhere a thousand hands will pull you down to meet the beast
\nI'm the type that doesn't give a fuck and freely speaks
\nWho would have you barely breathing in the streets to bleed
\nThey wanna see me locked up in a cell cage
\nI'm so crazed, set you on fire and melt your face
\nThe gods frown on me 'cause I fell from grace
\nSo now I'm packin' the dagger that's been tempered in Hell flames
\nI'm borderline psycho, normal in a scary way
\nWith thoughts about killin' you, I'll smile in your face
\nI'm blessed by the beast, now I'm dressed in all black
\nWhy you actin' like you don't know me? Bitch, peep the dog tag
\nIt's your favorite terrorist, reppin' this with LepriKon
\nAnybody wanna hate? I'll drop like eleven bombs
\nPullin' on the [lever knobs?], gasoline, flames high
\nRappin' this verse while I'm standin' on your gravesite
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\n[Chorus: LepriKon]
\nIt's time you heed my warning unless you wanna see
\nThe man inside the stories, beware the mark of the beast
\nYour flows are wack and boring, in fact your tracks are weak
\nAll cats who rap too poorly, beware the mark of the beast
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\n[Verse 3: Shleproka]
\n666, I break sticks, Tha Roka
\nLost in the mix, bloody lips, wanna kiss
\nDon't fuck with a mastermind, rat laboratory spine
\nShoot the one I love, I got a bullet for my valentine (Agh!)
\nI dark in your shine (ugh!), a monster confined
\nMe and LepriKon combined equals rotten by design (Yeah!)
\nMy complex is dark, I'm here to save you all (All!)
\nAnd brawl in the morgue 'til the sky starts to fall
\nThis cannon is loose, I'm the president's salute (Yeah!)
\nThe headlock, I'll put the whole game in a noose (Yah!)
\nRefer to me as Satan, touch minds, desinigration (Pooh!)
\nDeath extermination, feel the wrath of [Eric Treyvon?]
\nA disturbed mental, sick
\nQuick, a very short wick (Pop!)
\nImpossible to miss, I expose my dominance (What!)
\nYour fall will be certain, spill your blood, close the curtain
\nDistortin' lifes movie, sick-hop's Tim Burton (Yeah!)
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\n[Chorus: LepriKon]
\nIt's time you heed my warning unless you wanna see
\nThe man inside the stories, beware the mark of the beast
\nYour flows are wack and boring, in fact your tracks are weak
\nAll cats who rap too poorly, beware the mark of the beast\n\n
