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[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 SongtexteDark 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 [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania