| Lyrics | % Correct |
|---|---|
| I'd {drink} from their skull (do the Pachacuti) | 100%
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| I'd {drink} from their skull (do the Pachacuti) | 100%
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| I'm Pachacuti the {Incan} Lord | 100%
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| But it's how I treat {dead} enemies | 83%
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| I was the type to {risk} it | 83%
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| Makes flutes out of their {arms} (PACHACUTI!) | 83%
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| Pluck their {teeth} whole (do the Pachacuti) | 83%
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| Pluck their {teeth} whole (do the Pachacuti) | 83%
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| That really took the {biscuit} | 83%
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| Turn their teeth into {charms} (do the Pachacuti) | 83%
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| All other tribes {dreaded} | 67%
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| I've never had so much {fun} (PACHACUTI!) | 67%
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| My name means {he who shakes the Earth} | 67%
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| Not that I'm {big headed} | 67%
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| We'd {kill} you first and then | 67%
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| When it comes to claiming nearby {lands} | 67%
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| And that little {lie} helped us win wars | 50%
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| But one for {scaring men} | 50%
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| But {violence} helped the most | 50%
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| Like a {drummer} but more smelly} | 50%
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| Stuff you like a {scarecrow} | 50%
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| The {ground} had come to life | 50%
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| The {rocks} they are my warriors | 50%
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| Use their {skin} as a drum (do the Pachacuti) | 50%
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| And when they {jumped} out, it looked like | 33%
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| If you were a rival {chief} | 33%
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| I then used to {boast} | 33%
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| Once on a {hillside}, my troops hid | 33%
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| Then we'd rest your {boney fingers} on | 33%
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| The {stretched skin} on your belly | 33%
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| And in the breeze they'd {tap} that {tum} | 17%
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| To cause a rival {shrife} | 0%
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