Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Midnite Madness , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Thee Undertakerz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2007
Record label: Indie Power
Song language: English
Midnite Madness |
| Step to the altar as a sacrificial lamb |
| When you enter 12 o’clock, on the dot, bet he drops in the center |
| Of a star sided circle pentagram, it’s official |
| Worse than Heaven’s Gate baby, massive family come to get you |
| Stab your body 'til you with it, drink your blood mixed with liquor |
| Bloody meat, chew on, smokin weed and a Swisher |
| While you bleed I’ll read the scripture, snatch a snake while it slither |
| Ceremonies of a black moon risin on you tit |
| It’s the gettin sicker, now the world is into war |
| Everybody led a beast who fell asleep with a whore |
| Revelation on the rise, tribulation at the door |
| Don’t nobody know the time, so throw your Rolex to the floor! |
| Midnight madness! |
| Ahh, we the undertakers |
| Midnight madness! |
| Midnight madness! |
| With Anacin and Dexetrim, medical pharmaceuticals |
| And tetracycline |
| With the Michelin Man on stage |
| Soaked thongs wrapped around Been Grim |
| Space Ghost! |
| Popeye and Brutus was supposed to smuggle Barney’s work |
| But the Teletubbies waitin by the Greyhound bus station |
| Big Bird wanted to kill Oscar |
| But Minute Mouse was runnin the East coast with Bat Mike and Gazoo |
| On Harley Davidson bikes, Kermit the Frog was the project guard |
| Mr. Slate and Barney Rubble drivin a Cadillac Escalade |
| Donald Duck walkin across the street with Link from Mod Squad |
| Davey and Goliath in the purple 6−4 with mink rugs on the floor |
| Sippity Sam and Talcon Sam |
| Frank’n’Berry on the corner worried about Perry (Perry) |
| Midnight madness! |
| I buck one I buck two, could even buck you |
| Kick back nasty-minded ways to fuck witchu |
| Cause this is what I do, kill yo' whole crew |
| Told you I’m incredible game, so fuckin spit and |
| No compassion is shown to my victims |
| Each battle I’m winnin cause I’ma get wit it |
| I’m this Don that strike, get yo' cap peeled tonight |
| Unbelievable, nobody unpredictable |
| Hood life queen puttin it down for the S. C |
| Before I leave, who they really wanna see |
| Nobody baby |
| Fuck with the queen of the tribe of the knives |
| Nobody who surprised, come take a walk with me, and you gon' ride |
| You died, a body bag, cause you made a bitch mad |
| Madder than a hatter, not really that that matter |
| My noggin so fucked up, I’m convinced I’m a psycho |
| Let my vocalistic rhymin take you to another level |
| Feel the fire, look at how we burn but the sherm |
| Keep the flick of the flame jumpin, now lemme hear ya say somethin |
| I keep it comin |
| Let my vocalistics carry ya, represent yo' area |
| Six 4−5 automatics in my rifle |
| Ready to set it off, BOO-YAA, when it’s a quick draw |
| Get yo' ass kicked tonight |
| … cause it’s the midnight madness |