| : Madchild
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| I’m still flying high like I’m on PCP
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| Life’s a grind but I’m coping like a PVP
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| In the past 'been known to smash a fucking TV screen
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| But now I’m sober, so promoters, they on Easy Street
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| Yeah, Leader of the dwarf Lords, I’m a demented phantom
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| They call the kid the little Hulk, I got a temper tantrum
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| I’m on some b-boy shit, I bust a full flare
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| We’re blowin' up like fuckin Hitler in the Wolf’s Lair
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| White boy, wish I had a constant tan
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| Runnin shit like Marky Mark in fuckin Contraband
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| I’m a supreme being, your team fleeing 'cause we’re the dream team
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| Brown brown, take one snort it’s going down down
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| I’m on another level
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| You bunch of rubber devils
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| Iron jawed Angel, I’m insane a fucking rebel
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| Every day’s the weekend, take an hour for lunch
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| Cocky little motherfucker, pack a powerful punch
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| Yeah, Madchild, you better stand back man
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| Cause I’ve been killin' it since sour keys and Pacman!
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| Stand above a crooked villain like Batman
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| S&M it’s going down like that man
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| Yeah don’t trip, Swollen Members B-A-X-W-A-R put you BWs up!
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| Battleaxe Warriors worldwide Motherfucker
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| : Prevail
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| Victorious, decisive
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| Reprisals from the eyes of Horus
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| Icy glacier cap raps, Snap the branch in ancient forest
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| Days before us people walked on all fours, Stalked prey
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| Hunt to kill, filled the cave for winter cold, there’s no delay
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| Spring follows, Summer next, Autumn Hex
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| All of mother nature’s creatures heed the word of Father Time
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| Your speeches never reach us, now that’s what I call a diatribe
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| Teaspoons of iodine
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| Well aligned and now they love to see it all
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| All they ever do is get me hyper like a room of vipers
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| Straight out the tomb like Tutankhamun, time to pay the piper
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| Harming, not your common, operatic patterns break the scale
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| Mail you a nail bomb
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| Prevail’s calm, but never fails
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| Sharp horns and tails, the devil’s in the details
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| The retail sales are meant for silk screens and ball caps
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| If this shit was easy, which it’s not, then you’d all rap
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| My army always marchin' forward, watch the cowards fall back |