When the shit down you better be ready (When the goes down)
1:] I turn He-Man to She-Rra, Battlecat to West Avenger, Mad Child's a ninja Fist of the Star, I'm going hard Lions flying out my like a throwing star Tough luck, for these dumb fucks Young dukes jump up, they get up I can (why?) I'm a featherweight (nah) I'm a heavyweight, hope to get to gate But not yet (watch it) I'm a savage all around and I am busy wreaking havoc Funny when I rap it sounds I'm committing murder But have to ask the question, "How come I ain't further? " I'm a fucking lunatic, I can be a bitch Great shark eating rappers like you're tuna fish Kill em I annihilate, villain with an iron when I rock I am hot watch a fire blaze Welcome to the freak fest, Mad Child's a First do a concert do an encore Mad got the game on like a door handle War angel, black cape with an orange now I've gone commando Running through the streets the gun of Rambo Knife on my belt that cut your scalp Quit now I'm back you go fuck yourself
2:] Tattooed up top to sleeves Never fall again autumn leaves like the Legend of Sleepy Hollow I'm the big bad wolf, you are that follow Crawl into bed, a power nap Eat your in a nightie and a shower cap All these little piggies run when the goes down Cause I'm here to blow your motherfucking house down North American, that's because I'm arrogant Kids think you're fucked, yeah I know, I'm of it Morphine and opiates warping this Hopefully appropriate terrorist I a therapist, someone to talk to You dumb? There is something that's wrong, the fuck dude? Started off in going back to auditoriums of an army, Battle Axe Warriors
3:] Breaker breaker one I'll break a back and snap a spine if you think of taking mine Sunshine, moonshine, sunrays or Balance the black magic and bad dreams Animated sandman, is on your doorstep a deep breath, you are not ready for war yet I'm a rap war vet, all black I'm all for torture, don't forget we never I'm talking full clip, a decade of And then ten years of tears you to bits We miss when the missile's locked on to the target Send you back to evolution, you can Charles Darwin I'm the of everything, I'm a universal sovereign Universal studios, you're using Garage Band Abusing all musicians who's confused this is our Rob Viking, Mad Child, Prevail, that's the plan