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(feat. M-A-D) Knick knack patty, I'm never comin wack But the minute that you hear me, you yell, "Get off the crack" I don't know, I guess it be my thought process Fifty below the level, of conciousness S.O.S., ring the alarm, red alert When I'm rhymin, sound the siren, the whole works (Why?) Cause they consider me M-A-D Alfred E. Neuman got nuttin on me Public Enemy No. 1, now they got me in a cell Living hell, yeah that be my life Cause mind don't matter, so I apply mind over matter while they mull matter over mind A threat to mankind, refer to me as subject A Got me pissin in a cup, all day Mad people, all up in my cerebral Oh shit, what the fuck you doin with that needle? Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! "Almost certainly a psychosomatic condition" "What is really wrong with the patient?" What the.. confined to my bed cause I'm strapped in Catscan cause they wanna know what's happenin Mentally, physically, to subject B Songtextethat's showin signs of the M-A-D-Man, posessed cause no rest for the wicked I kick it, I-double-L cause I'm twisted Sadistic, a threat to society, I'm locked up in this nuthouse, cause I'm about to blow up Restrained, to maintain my composure Sanity, but they can't, too much calamity! So they wait.. then attack.. I'm too exhausted to even fight back I swear, the end is near, I can feel it My fate.. will they seal it? Aus Songtexte Mania