| MadChild:
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| i’m the extreme case of fire and anger
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| i’m the extreme case of fire and anger
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| i’m the extreme case of fire and anger
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| the misguided angel with ice in his veins
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| my thought pattern is scattered playing russian roulette
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| cause i’m a rotweiler, excaliber, rock like metallica
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| gone i’m the sergant, charging with my beloved corps
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| don’t interrupt me, i’ll errupt to fuck thee
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| heavy metal makeover mad child warns thee, hard again
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| a four by four pick up truck to kick up dust, still astounding
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| vanity knows no boundaries
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| you can’t fuck with this commando, rambo rap while in the jungle
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| kung fu kicks that crack helmets
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| love is over-rated fuck freaks for fulfillment
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| keep it in the family yo my friends go feel me
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| overwhelming
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| shane spits flames not the same
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| not identical not synical far from my pinnacle
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| renegade rap, white water rapids, river rapids
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| living in a life of luxery laughing
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| you catch a dirtnap when i start reacting
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| are you feeling me? |
| i’m on a killing spree
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| Prevail
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| my belief, to finalize the movement of the freaks
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| in a fantastic place where you are what you eat
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| (what's up) news of the new world chump
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| forced when i’m sober, forced when i’m drunk
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| cerebrialic sorcerer
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| give em time to jump to the orchestra
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| battle axe warriors
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| throw you around like raggady dolls
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| no one answers when the majesty of tragedy calls
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| rhyme assault is easy to spot
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| check the weight of the victim and the type of knot
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| tackle your whole crew with the talon of a hawk
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| drink in my hand, probably gin on the rocks
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| i’m the centre of the universe kill a verse if i’m hot
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| yo, to tell you the truth, i’m the duke of the dark
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| double sided mirrors and frosted breath
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| my reputation for rocking sets is darker than death
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| armor on my left arm, armor on my chest
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| are you feeling me? |
| i’m on a killing spree. |