| The best kept secret
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| Yo
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| Yeah
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| I’m spittin' five foot fireballs
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| I’m a road dog, ride 'till my tires bald
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| Little monster, I’m a beautiful mess
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| I am crazy and depressed, that’s my key to success
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| You can catch me spittin' lightning while I’m beating my chest
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| I’m so good, it’s fuckin' frightening, I am leading the rest
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| I’m the opposite of mediocre, you’re bleeding joker
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| I’m so hungry, crunching rappers like a greedy ogre
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| Your skeleton is gelatin
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| Fly like Dumbo the elephant, to relevant
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| I’m an old relic, spittin' icy cold pellets
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| You’re underdeveloped, I’m a thunderess relic
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| A wonderful felon, hundreds of hungry men yellin'
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| My lyrics trip you out like a hallucinogenic
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| Walls turn to liquid, I’m a gruesome lieutenant
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| Stole my girls heart, I’m an proper thief
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| But I’m a fucking freak show like Chopper Read
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| I make psychopathic records
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| Check my psychiatric records
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| I attack a type of beat like I’m a hyperactive wrestler
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| Dawg, I’m spooky, I’m kookie, I’m loopy
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| White teeth, black touqe, lookin' like Snoopy
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| Knock a girl out like she just took a roofie
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| Call your crew out, 'cause your whole crew’s goofy
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| (Bitch)
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| …I'm spooky!
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| I am mystifying, leave her mystified
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| 'Cause I turn into a beast, like Mr. Hyde
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| Madchild rocks, I’m electrifying
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| Said I rock motherfucker, leave you petrified
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| Madchild’s back, motherfuck, that’s what’s up
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| BattleAxe tracks get massacred
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| I said I’m back, that’s what’s up
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| BattleAxe tracks get massacred
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| Shit gets weird
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| I’m about to shave my head like Britney Spears
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| I’m about to lose my shit. |
| like Britney Spears
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| Growing long finger nails and a grizzly beard
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| On a real dope beat, I’m a grizzly bear
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| And I walk down the streets, and the kids just stare
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| But I no big deal, I’m a speck of sand
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| But my family is huge like a Mexican
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| I am fierce, I am brash, I am totally vicious
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| A real fucking dick, I’ll explode on you bitches
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| It’s hard to stay fresh when I feel so fucking sour
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| And I don’t have the cash, I don’t have the fucking power
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| Used to think that I was special, a pretty big deal
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| Ugly now but I remember how the pretty kids feel
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| Five years of drugs, twenty years of drinking
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| Twenty years of smoking, what the fuck was I thinking? |