[Verse 1: Mad Child]
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Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to hear my sentiments
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I'm hotter than a kettle and my pen's full of adrenaline
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I stopped takin' that medicine, the dust is finally settlin'
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Practice close to perfect, nobody is rhyming better than
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Mad Child, spewing a monstrosity of anguish
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Countrymen are tryin', but they're not talkin' my language
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I rap to cover up the pain just like a fuckin' bandage
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Emotions like the layers on a sandwich, I peel 'em like a mandarin
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These young punks, I'm schoolin' em like Cambridge
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Slap these appetizers, I'm the motherfuckin' main dish
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First they're on my mind, but then they're fallin' off like dandruff
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Now they call me 'White Devil' like Colonel Sanders
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Shit, I'm the fire on both ends of a burnin' candle
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I'll retire when Jesus come back in a cloak and dirty sandals
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Even then, still be rappin' up in heaven beside the manger
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Other rappers are in danger, I'm the motherfuckin' misguided angel
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[Verse 2: Prevail]
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MP4, REV, I make the files wave
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Classic tales of revenge, my friend, I will spit on your grave
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Kids they got no styles today, gray and white and red and black
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When I attack I send 'em back without their fuckin' head intact
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Think about that, that's a risk, battle axes, bats and fists
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Wilson Fisk, rapping kingpin, fastest engine, three man blitz
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The pits and pendulums of life are barriers to break through
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So barricade yourself inside your house before I take you
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Welcome to Lakeview, it's a great view from the padded cell
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Cannibal crush, we will prevail and the misguided angel's bad as hell
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Like the bat out of hell on a motorbike
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With a spike on the helmet on the road to life
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Give 'em the light, little parasites, Pacific Rim, got 'em in my sights
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Caught in the crosshairs, you're gonna take a loss here
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There's lots of air but you can't breathe and see it, can't believe it
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Your eyes are playin' tricks, amazing that you still exist
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You think you're Superman? Then say my name backwards like Mxyzptlk
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[Verse 3: Ill Bill]
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I spit the fire maniacal vile, we¡¯re wire proof
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Die with your boots on and a gun in your hand, I approve
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My uncle would too, motherfuck you
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Motherfucker, motherfuck everybody in your crew
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Or anybody who not ridin' with us to the fullest extent
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Put you under cement in the jungle with debt
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Smiles of murder and laughs of pain
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When we were kids we'd act insane, now we grown considerate the rain
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Brooklyn, New York, they say we sound like crooks when we talk
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And they probably right, you probably get yourself juxed with a fork
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If you steppin' correct, though, everything is copasetic
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But most these rap though guys is so pathetic
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We don't start nothin' but yo, we always down to finish it
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Humble to the rumble cause we handle our business, kid
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Nothin' to brag about, we just built like that
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Simmer down, homie, you could get killed like that
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[Verse 4: Slaine]
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Hold up, hold up, police are on my dick, they don't harass me
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Bitches on my dick so if I'm married they don't ask me
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I explode, she swallow my load, she take a taxi
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Don't forget your cellphone and fix your make-up, Ashley
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I¡¯m laughing watchin' you split, talkin' your shit
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Whisper underneath your breath leopard Dungarees and mesh shit
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My comrades are conniving, [?]
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My bad habits are violent I need a padded asylum
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(I'm too far gone) Thinking of departuring
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My pride paid for what my ignorance was costin' me
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The rep got bigger figured everyone was watching me
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They looked at me, the underdog, I took this shit impossibly
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Throw the fucking bottle back and toss a molotov on me
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Holler back, I played this job for keeps and made a boss of me
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I reek of charisma can't get it off me
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I serenade the whole world and sing it off-key
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[Verse 5: Vinnie Paz]
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You see the guns is large, the bullets hotter than suns and stars
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Y'all are pussy like love songs, it's from the DeBarge
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When my father died he put his fuckin' son in charge
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And he was a G so that made me the son of God
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And that mean nobody in my family is gonna starve
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That mean nobody can trap me, have me under |