[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]