| I spit ferocious fireballs, the kids are all excited
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| I pour petroleum on your linoleum and light it
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| On a podium, I’m causing pandemonium
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| Sodium and nitrate, second greatest rapper in the white race
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| Might’ve been the spider venom, might’ve been the snake bite
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| Fuck with me and find out what a metal pipe will taste like
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| I’m explosive like a molotov cocktail
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| Lyrics get around the kids quick like fuckin' hotmail
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| Involuntarily, solitary confinement
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| I’ve no one to confide in, quiet in my environment
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| Mentally, I’m way off balance and off kilter
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| Brains, we ought to wack — that’s why I rap without a filter
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| Perverted matador, I tackle bulls and try to mount 'em
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| So many personalities, don’t bother trying to count 'em
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| My life is a crazy rollercoaster, call me Magic Mountain
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| I’m throwing boulders, they’re exploding — mouth’s a fuckin' fountain
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| I’m mental
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| That’s just the way that it goes, dog
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| Canadian but you could keep the rain and the snowballs
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| I love palm trees, sitting in the sunshine
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| Learning quick — my rhymes, they are ridiculously sublime
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| Stupid shit, but the way that I combine
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| My wordplay, smartest rapper out with a dumb mind
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| Sometimes I kind of miss the clouds and the rain
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| Cause that’s what helped me get the blues, MadChild is proudly insane
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| I went from backpack, to snapbacks, to lab rats on acid
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| Spit anthrax, the band’s back, this man’s raps are massive
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| Completely gone bananas, whipping up within bonanza
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| Short like Dan DeVito, still the boss like Tony Danza
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| Now stick your damn hands up, this here is a robbery
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| Hobblin' like a goblin and my brain is a little wobbly
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| I’m probably the height of a hobbit that’s hobnobbin' in Oz
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| With a couple wonderful wizards, I’ve got problems
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| The plot thickens, I’m stuck up in the mud again
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| Utterly disgusting when I’m muttering my foot up in your anal hole
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| It’s unexplainable cause I’m the awesomest
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| Blossom from a possum, stick my cock down your esophagus
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| Narcissist, I’m also an arsonist from an orphanage
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| Cock is way too big for my body, it’s unproportionate
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| Morph into a profitable author, Mad’s a novelist
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| Of course I’m still a mess and I’m depressed, it’s probably obvious
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| I’m fuckin' mental
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| That’s just the way that it goes, dog
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| Canadian but you could keep the rain and the snowballs
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| I love palm trees, sitting in the sunshine
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| Learning quick — my rhymes, they are ridiculously sublime
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| Stupid shit, but the way that I combine
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| My wordplay, smartest rapper out with a dumb mind
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| Sometimes I kind of miss the clouds and the rain
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| Cause that’s what helps me get the blues, MadChild is proudly insane
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| I lost my mind a long time ago
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| Hot with the rhyming though
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| Fall in line like dominos
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| Light it up, vamanos
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| My flow is all kind of dope
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| Something like a line of coke
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| Streets is cold, go and grab my heater, that’s my kind of coat
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| Rain, hell, sleet, or snow
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| Shit you never know but to each his own
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| Pops back from prison, guess the preach is on
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| Watch your tone, Battleaxe Warriors are not alone
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| Smoke a zone, to the dome
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| I can’t leave this life alone
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| Murder on this microphone
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| Living in a Cali daze
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| Get familiar, this serial killer is in his final phase
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| And my path ain’t bathe, every brick is laid
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| Fuck it, I’m paid
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| Light a j and just fade away
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| Fuck what they say, I ain’t listening
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| Son, I’m like a christening
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| Keep it rolling like Michelin
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| You don’t know shit about positions that I’ve been up in
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| Vent again, grind for the benefit
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| You want to see the end of it |