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Death To You
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(Mad Child) Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to hear my sentiments I'm hotter than a kettle and my pen's full of adrenaline I stopped takin' that medicine, the dust is finally settlin' Practice close to perfect, nobody is rhyming better than Mad Child, spewing a monstrosity of anguish Countrymen are tryin', but they're not talkin' my language I rap to cover up the pain just like a fuckin' bandage Emotions like the layers on a sandwich, I peel 'em like a mandarin These young punks, I'm schoolin' 'em like Cambridge Slap these appetizers, I'm the motherfuckin' main dish First they're on my mind, but then they're fallin' off like dandruff Now they call me 'White Devil' like Colonel Sanders Shit, I'm the fire on both ends of a burnin' candle I'll retire when Jesus come back in a cloak and dirty sandals Even then, still be rappin' up in heaven beside the manger Other rappers are in danger, I'm the motherfuckin' misguided angel (Prevail) MP4, REV, I make the files wave Classic tales of revenge, my friend, I will spit on your grave Kids they got no styles today, gray and white and red and black When I attack I send 'em back without their fuckin' head intact Think about that, that's a risk, battle axes, bats and fists Wilson Fisk, rapping kingpin, fastest engine, three man blitz The pits and pendulums of life are barriers to break through So barricade yourself inside your house before I take you Welcome to Lakeview, it's a great view from the padded cell Cannibal crush, we will prevail and the misguided angel's bad as hell Like the bat out of hell on a motorbike With a spike on the helmet on the road to life Give 'em the light, little parasites, Pacific Rim, got 'em in my sights Caught in the crosshairs, you're gonna take a loss here There's lots of air but you can't breathe and see it, can't believe it Your eyes are playin' tricks, amazing that you still exist You think you're Superman? Then say my name backwards like Mxyzptlk (Ill Bill) I spit the fire maniacal vile, we're wire proof Die with your boots on and a gun in your hand, I approve My uncle would too, motherfuck you Motherfucker, motherfuck everybody in your crew Or anybody who not ridin' with us to the fullest extent Put you under cement in the jungle with debt Smiles of murder and laughs of

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