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I specialize in telekinesis, recognize the The leading expert on war, and diseases The brilliant Doctor X, no scientist is The master specifically protects you from Its destruction is impossible, irrelevant The compounds are not on a periodic table of elements Adamantium Vibranium the fords fills your bill shield your cranium If would try to place the mask upon their face The corrupts yah It's designed to match your molecular Plus the goal was to give it a touch of The master eagle [?] adjust to repulsive thrusters Busta psychology, the wallaby that adapts to the Thats the [?] But I digress, I confess The mass is unequivocally my best yet, Doctor X
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