House Of Sin

[Intro: Mad Child] Yo, I'm a Tasmanian Devil, Prevail's the Roadrunner Rob the Viking, wow! [Verse 1: Mad Child] I love beats by the Viking and the Alchemist People get inside my head like John Malkovich My life is getting complicated like calculus I feel like jumping off a bridge or a balcony So sometimes I sit around, might sulk a bit But still I'm holding on tight like a Vulcan grip Instead of thinkin' 'bout the suicide that I'll commit I'm pulling killer crazy words from the alphabet Cooped up, sometimes I gotta leave the house and shit Otherwise my life will turn into the House of Sin I'm running into old friends asking, "How've you been?" I lost three million dollars dog, how've you been? My teeth are falling out my head so my mouth don't grin My teeth are rotten and there's holes in my couch and shit Yeah, every day reminders, the truth it hurts Cause I got cigarette burns in my Gucci shirts Yo, Mad Child, I never write a goofy verse But still I stare into the mirror thinking, "You've been cursed." Listen to your song, I have to pop a roofie first Cause I am nuclear, when I walk in a booth it's church [Hook 1: Mad Child] I'm on some Bruce Lee, Enter The Dragon shit Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon shit We are warriors, Red Dragon kid There's warmth under the wing of the dragon bitch [Hook 2: Mad Child] I'm on my kung-fu hustle My black 6-9 Mustang, it got muscle Last Samurais don't hide, we just rush em You wanna be street now? We gonna crush em [Verse 2: Prevail] I'm the Swollen Army General, we gonna swarm on you My performance quite like neo-Moulin Rouge I'm a cut into your crew like some Cordon Bleu I'm sipping on some Grand Dame, you drinking Cuvee Brut I make your heart skip a beat like it's new Beirut And if you don't know what to do then you should stay on your stoop People always ask me what part do I play in the group What do I say? I'm just a dude in a Tom Ford suit Space face erase cartoon, you dudes is Betty Boop Make a tune and break bread and then get jetty with the loot Play around the Greyhound and squeeze the juice out your grapefruit Prev-one Ketel One, Belvedere, or Grey Goose Major league beat down, a homerun, a Babe Ruth Major labels always wonder when we gonna break loose Can't stop the profit motherfucker, I'm like Jeru S&M it's us again, our people know we stay true I'm on some Apocalypse Now Behind enemy lines like Black Hawk Down The Shining, The Crazies, The Happening, The Town Keep your eyes wide shut when the crows come around [Hook 2: Mad Child] [Hook 1: Mad Child] [Hook 2: Mad Child]