Fire

[Verse 1: Mad Child] I'm staring in a mirror but mostly I laugh I’m looking at the picture of a sociopath Hope to get first now hopefully last Dope rap, I’m known for doing dope in the past Like floating down the river on an opium boat But I’m a wild animal, I go for the throat I’m a big bad wolf with a big black Glock And some real dark thoughts, yelling: “Open the door!” I punch people in the face coming down the staircase Wander down the hall with the can of bear mace Hey, I’ve been a killer since the Wu-Tang Clan Personality is colourful like Toucan Sam I’m a crazy cat, Sylvester, damn I got two big guns; Yosemite Sam I used to work birds like Tweety Speedy Gonzales living in a palace Tripped and fell down the rabbit hole and met Alice Five years later, now I’m back for the challenge Still rip up shows like Tasmanian Devil If some punk jump up I’m blasting my heavy metal And I still live in Van, but I’m moving soon All my homies on the streets fucking Looney Tunes But I’ll be back, back and forth with no error Enforcing terror in a Porsche Carrera Through Vancouver to Los Angeles, archangels Dark strangers, blacks and caucasians (Man we crack skulls, make deep lacerations Crack a Red Bull and drag him back to my basement) [Hook: Mad Child] We fly through the air like Iron Man Crack you in the head with a frying pan Can't fuck with my team. We are ironclad I’m on fire, man, call the fireman Whether crawling up the wall like Spider-Man Or lyin' on the floor popping vitamins Yeah, real hip-hop, we supplying fans We on fire, man, call the fireman [Verse 2: Prevail] All right, I keep my knife in the black leather sheath Real sharp blade Dagger Mouth Armed to the Teeth I can’t draw, but I’m raw when I’m drawn to the beat It’s like Saw part 1, I’ll make you saw off your feet What the fuck is defeat? I’m undefeated like a shoe store Runway, one way street take a detour Robot, CP3O, R2D2 Plastic bag over your face hard to breathe through Preview a track and download the album X marks the spot like my first name was Malcolm Make you sing the blues like a Prison In Folsom Spit a burning Ring of Fire, watch the flames engulf 'em My theory very logical, but we use Pro Tools Fuck with us you’ll be a dead man, a corpse in the soundbooth And ain’t nobody hear you, close the door make it soundproof My pattern very classical like Herringbone and Houndstooth ICP, REP, bright, evil clown suit Ice-cold water in a bottle when I drown dudes Beat side homicide unit try to find you Burning sound, turn around, my dude’s right behind you [Hook]