[Mad Child] 
M starin in a mirror but mostly I laugh 
I'm lookin at the picture of a sociopath 
Hope to get first, now hopefully last 
Dope rap, I'm known for doin dope in the past 
Like floatin down the river on a opium boat 
But I'm a wild animal I go for the throat 
I'm a big bad wolf with a big black Glock 
And some real dark thoughts yellin, "Open the door!" 
I punch people in the face comin down the staircase 
Wander down the hall with the can of bear mace 
AY! I've been a killer since the Wu-Tang Clan 
Personality is colorful like Toucan Sam 
I'm a crazy cat, Sylvester damn 
I got two big guns Yosemite Sam 
I used to work birds like Tweety 
Speedy, Gonzales livin in a palace 
Tripped and fell down the rabbit hole and met Alice 
5 years later now I'm back for the challenge 
Still rip up shows like Tasmanian Devil 
If some punk jump up I'm blastin my heavy metal 
And I still live in Van' but I'm movin soon 
All my homies on the streets fuckin Loonie Tunes 
But I'll be back, back and forth with no error 
Enforcin terror in a Porsche Carrera 
Through Vancouver to Los Angeles archangels 
Dark strangers, blacks and caucasians 
(Man we crack skulls, make deep lacerations 
Crack a Red Bull and drag 'em back to my basement) 
 
[Chorus: Mad Child] 
We fly through the air like Iron Man 
Crack you in the head with a fryin pan 
Can't fuck with my team, we are iron clad 
I'm on fire man, call the fireman 
Whether crawlin up the wall like Spider-Man 
Or lyin on the floor poppin vitamins 
Yup, real hip-hop we supplyin fans 
We on fire man, call the fireman 
 
[Prevail] 
All right, I keep my knife in the black leather sheath 
Real sharp, blade (Dagger Mouth), (Armed to the Teeth) 
I can't draw but I'm raw when I'm drawn to the beat 
It's like Saw Part 1, I'll make you saw off your feet 
What the fuck is defeat? I'm undefeated like a shoe store 
Runway, one way street, take a detour 
Robot, C-3P0, R2-D2 
Plastic bag over your face hard to breathe through 
Preview attract and download the album 
X marks the spot like my first name was Malcolm 
Make you sing the blues like a prison in Folsom 
Spit a burnin ring of fire, watch the flames engulf em 
My theory very logical but we use ProTools 
Fuck with us you'll be a dead man, a corpse in the soundbooth 
And ain't nobody hear you, close the door make it soundproof 
My pattern very classical like Herringbone and Houndstooth 
ICP, R.E.P., bright evil clown suit 
Ice cold water in a bottle when I drowned you 
Beat side, homicide unit try to find you 
Burnin sound turn around my dude's right behind you 
 
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