| About to drill ya with a killer combo
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| King Kong, Godzilla and Rambo
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| Marker author, ain’t no bitch I’m down to die for
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| Rifle in your mouth, peace to Poco on a 14 year bid
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| For jackin' mad kids, respect all my gangsta’s doin' bad shit
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| An' that’s it, Mad Child does nitroglycerin and acid
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| Warlock, focused on witch craft
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| You’re listening to classic plastic explosives
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| Forceful courses of action
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| Internationally we ration out portions of passion, insane
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| Cuz mental gain, like rock cocaine to brain
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| Hard to kick habit, when addict
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| Leather face, the devil spits silver saliva
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| TransCanada highway robbery, drunk getaway driver
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| This here’s a bad combination
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| Like Mad Child with an AK-47, a bottle of Jack and a home invasion
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| Make you knock, laughin' as you strapped to the mattress
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| A can of gasoline, a pack of matches, for the total package
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| Bitch
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| Break out your tape recorders, make sure you document this
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| Apocalypse, infinitely adjacent, we stylin' with aquaness
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| Unorthodox, knock shit, neon crushin' ask us
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| Just advance me, rushin' up the beat, an' pass me the blunt
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| Eh yo, I’m here to set it on you cats from the moment I entered
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| Moldin' the center on it, adventure, performin' the scripture
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| A mad child prevailin' like a swollen member, so remember me
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| As obesely, intelligence with diplomatic immunity
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| A trained killer that’s trained to kill ya
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| I make the fronters have bad dreams like a mad scene
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| From a hardcore thriller, throwin' fits in your sleep
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| We got heat, mission complete is when the record sound crisp in the jeep
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| Some say I think ill, and tranquilize rappers like pills
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| Ink deals and rap underground where the street feels- blast
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| But the fact is you don’t know the half
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| Closin' the caskets on your sound an' takin' over with a total package
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| Bolted and welded, I know that you felt it
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| Scrap yard, iron arms, swingin' hectic
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| Imperial metric, superior complex
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| We make seriously powerful records
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| Battleaxe vengeance, attendance grows at every show
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| Doin' songs with Planet Asia, smashin' stereos
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| Hi-fidelity, pride in my energy
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| It’s 3 the hard way, queens in Bombay
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| My regional army throws explosive parties
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| We’ve rose in the hierarchy
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| Hose in the fire escape, world wide
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| Connected by hands that wave
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| Double edged-sharp
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| Take part and start the flow of the colour red
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| Old man Prev, an omen, a legend
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| Beats are produced by my brothers in Venice
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| 10 + 2 gauge, total package of razor blades |