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A story about the reptilian god of space genocide.
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A disenthroned dinosaurian man, a reptilian madman with a masterplan.
For millions of years i've been biding my time, contemplating how to reclaim what's mine.
I'm in the mood for territorial expansion, a blitzkrieg from down below.
Kneel before me, behold my ascension, i'm restless and my appetite is starting to grow.
They thought i was extinct, i'm out to prove them wrong, more efficient than both Stalin and Mao Zedong.
(I'm sick of the underground where i reside)
I'm tired of the underground where i reside.
(You cannot run, you cannot hide)
Well you can run but you can never hide.
(All hail the god of genocide)
All hail the god of space genocide.
I'm a perpetual pain generator, hot tempered, cold blooded, human alligator.
If you happen to stare straight into my eyes, all you'll be able to see is your own demise.
I'm living in a glass full of fire, i'm egotripping, traveling alone.
This powerboost will take me higher, taking it right to the bone.
They thought i was extinct, i'm out to prove them wrong, more ruthless than the nazis and the vietcong.
(I'm sick of the underground where i reside)
I'm tired of the underground where i reside.
(You cannot run, you cannot hide)
Well you can run but you can never hide.
(All hail the god of genocide)
All hail the god of space genocide.
The voices in my head won't let me be, this is what i gotta do to be free,
My plan is running smoothly without any resistance, oh how easy things are with nuclear assistance.
Ileave a barren wasteland in my wake. i take pride in the destruction that i create,
It's funny how easy human bodies break, the sound of death is universal, no need to tanslate.
They thought i was extinct, i'm out to prove them wrong, now i am become death, like i was meant to all along.
(I'm sick of the underground where i reside)
I'm tired of the underground where i reside.
(You cannot run, you cannot hide)
Well you can run but you can never hide.
(All hail the god of genocide)
All hail the god of space genocide.
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