The Predator

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