[Mad Child]  I'm the extreme case of fire and anger  I'm the extreme case of fire and anger  I'm the extreme case of fire and anger  The misguided angel with ice in his veins  My thought pattern is scattered playing Russian roulette  I'm a rottweiler, Excaliber, rock like Metallica  Got to be sargent, chargin with my beloved core  Don't interrupt me, I'll corrupt abruptly  Heavy metal makeover  Mad Child forming hard again  Four by four pick up truck to kick up dust  Still astounding, vanity knows no boundaries  You can't fuck with this commando  Rambo grapple in the jungle  Kung-fu kicks to crash helmets  Love is overrated, fuck freaks for fulfillment  Keep it in the family, all my friends go film it  Overwhelming, chains spit flames, knocked insane  Not identical, not cynical, far from my pinnicle  Renegade rap, whitewater rap is river rafting  Living in the lap of luxury laughing  Catch a dirt nap when I start reacting  You feeling me? I'm on a killing spree    [x3]  Compare us to someone else  You don't want to go at it    Compare us to someone else  Prevail do or die    [Prevail]  My relief, to finalize the movement of the freaks  In a fantastic place where you are what you eat  (What's up? What's up?) News of the new world chump  Enforce when I'm sober, enforce when I'm drunk  Until the village sorcerer, give them time to jump to the orchestra  Battle Axe warriors throw you around like raggedy dolls  No one answers when the majesty of tragedy calls  The rhyme involved is easy to spot  Check the weight of the victim and the type of knot  Tie up your whole crew with the talon of a hawk  Drink in my hand, probably gin on the rocks  I'm the center of the universe, kill a verse if I'm hot  Yo, to tell you the truth, I'm the duke of the dark  Double sided mirrors, frosty breath  My reputation for rocking sets is darker than death  Arm around my left arm, arm around my chest  Are you feeling me? I'm on a killing spree