(Mad Child)
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Enter the depth of the mindstate of a sick man
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blood lust, slow suction like quick sand
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sharpened gilloutine that cuts clean, you cant hang
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an iron plate in my head, strike with rattlesnake fangs
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im ill, especially when guts start to spill
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quick fix, addicted to steep bills and cheap thrills
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never underestimate my grasp, a reach that can surpass
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outlast, making you gasp for air, and i dont care about the friction
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ill kick sand in your face and then walk like an egytption
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out there amidst pyramids, depict non-fiction
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writin our rhymes with dell and hyrogliphic transcription
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imagine madchild rating a beauty pageant
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daddys doing damage, plus im making cabbage
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macho man Randy Savage of rap, violent vanity
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one step ahead, cuz im aware of my insanity
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(chours)
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underground forever, sinful bliss
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form your love made from us, thats infamous
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this
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underground forever, sinful bliss
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form your love made from us, thats infamous
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this
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(Prevail)
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man you get what you deserve for the way you mascerade
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but with p ones like it dancing torpedo parade
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coronary charts reamain well within the range
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how many heavy dosages before we blow your brain
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you recognize my size and the wickets in the sofa
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theres a high percentage that you get bent by the butcher
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just a note to my peers, who solemnly believe
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that escape infection on the dawn of a paracetical eve
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theres a parallel state where floors, even walls breathe
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this insallation will instantly make your heart seize
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i spit a heat of rhyme inferno that will burn your chassy
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as they say where im from, your done when your eyes are glassy
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wear the glass to the death of the village idiot
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where i consider it, no need for a death certificate
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just a proof of post rigamortum, that rancid smell of boredom
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known as oral seclorum
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(chours)
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underground forever, sinful bliss
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form your love made from us, thats infamous
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this
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underground forever, sinful bliss
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form your love made from us, thats infamous
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this
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(Mad Child)
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bone cracking excitement, spine tingling temper
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seven dead bodies found stuffed in a camper
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wonderful whurl hatched from hell as an infant
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plush lust for liveforce left a permanent imprint
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sinful bliss, this disturbing behavior
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mad's mental ensalvement, a savages savior
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wave your hands in the hair like i know that you just
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dont care about the psycho that gets strapped in his room
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gazing out the window, i cant see though the grid
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i got strapped to my chair cuz i flipped my lid
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breathing walls, flashback to spiders and skulls
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lights dim, grim reeper decided to call
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but i had to take a message cuz it wasnt my time
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the light at the end of the tunnell has yet to shine
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underground forever, sinful bliss
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form your love made from us, thats infamous
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this
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underground forever, sinful bliss
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form your love made from us, thats infamous
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this
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Sinfull Bliss
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Swollen Members |