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Tonight, in Fort Wayne news Three men found handcuffed shot in the back of the head Laying on the ground in the living room of their home With numbers written on the ground next to their heads The one eyewitness that has come forward has recently been pronounced dead By suicide after throwing himself in front of a high-speed train You lost to IBM Deep Blue in 1997 Like I said losing was painful, physically painful And the match I lost in 1997 was not the first match I lost to a machine It was the first match that I lost period Caps off revenge for Kasparov I beat the computer AI in the mixing Language will always dominate I'm like Magnus Carlson checkmate Wrote that I beat Bobby Fischer in chess on my resume Only eat 4 courses goons my human resources Not shit your whore my sources She knows my dick long like a horses Got 4 pairs of forces to walk across these long ass porches Won't stop till I own 4 porches and 4 basketball court's Don't give me that look Of course, I'm a cook Off the books on golf courses yelling 4 Made a deals of sorts I buy the largest portions A Force of sorts got a bitch but I'm still tipping on your whore Four on four on four An angel of scorn Indiana I'm the king of corn Did they catch that Yes sir I'm gonna do it again anyways Caps off revenge for Kasparov I beat the computer AI in the mixing Language will always dominate I'm like Magnus Carlson checkmate Wrote that I beat Bobby Fischer in chess on my resume Only eat 4 courses goons my human resources Not shit your whore my sources She knows my dick long like a horses Got 4 pairs of forces to walk across these long ass porches Won't stop till I own 4 porches and 4 basketball court's Don't give me that look Of course, I'm a cook Off the books on golf courses yelling 4 Made a deals of sorts I buy the largest portions A Force of sorts got a bitch but I'm still tipping on your whore Four on four on four An angel of scorn Indiana I'm the king of corn Did they catch that Yes sir I'm gonna do it again anyways Caps off revenge for Kasparov I beat the computer AI in the mixing Language will always dominate I'm like Magnus Carlson checkmate Wrote that I beat Bobby Fischer in chess on my resume Only eat 4 courses goons my human resources Not shit your whore my sources She knows my dick long like a horses Got 4 pairs of forces to walk across these long ass porches Won't stop till I own 4 porches and 4 basketball court's Don't give me that look Of course, I'm a cook Off the books on golf courses yelling 4 Made a deals of sorts I buy the largest portions Four on four on four An angel of scorn Indiana I'm the king of corn
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