[Intro]:

*kinky*

Yeah, uh-huh

Yo, yeah, yeah, yo, uh-huh

*chanting*

Swollen, swollen, swollen, swollen

[Verse 1: Prevail]

Flint spears and arrow heads, sparrows and parrot's heads

Apocalypto slits throat, apply pressure

Espionage, black overcoat, Catcher In The Rye

Iron telescopes, Death Proof, A Planet Called Terror

I'm a Grind House, the bearer of bad news

Sun moon and stars bears my seal like bloody sabbath

Eels for hungry maggots, negative temperature in the meat locker

A final resting place for rappers and beef boxers

You play the bitch role like Star Scream to Megatron

The sound waves engraved in my name lead you to martyrdom

Highly celebrated? You're mutilated like livestock

Sorcerer's Apprentice to Merlin's powerful warlock

Spellbound meltdown. gold for armor

While my hell hounds hunt down prey for honor

More strength in my legion than 300 from Sparta

Cannonballs crush, the dawning of my armadas

[Verse 2: Mad Child]

This culture needs a hero, you godless heathens!

Hip-hop is not dead but it's hardly breathing

Bring life back to it, yeah, shine a little light

So the crazy kids can listen in the middle of the night

Mad Child box tomahawk I'm a Mohawk Indian

Angel from Hell, so fuck your opinion

It's dangerous to make friends with strangers

So when I'm not with them I remain the Lone Ranger

Fifteen reasons not to cause anger

Fourteen in the clip plus one in the chamber

And I will not pretend I'm not down with brown killers

Got gang squad watching my home

'Cause I roam with known felons

Knock, knock! Got nothing to tell 'em so

Everywhere I go I get stopped, the top billing

Will he keep poppin' pills 'til the shit kill him

Or will he drop it before the wheels stop spinning

New topic, shane's brain is a little bit offset

I'm hot but some of the my thoughts, got too much topspin

[Chorus: Prevail]

The code of the warrior is armed to the teeth

What we make in the studio spills on to the streets

We take over the stage, we're enraged like a beast

We've been let out the cage, after famine we feast

[Verse 3: Mad Child]

Psychotic episodes, voices in my head

Bad choices, poison should be dead

Half-horse, half-devil, born red head hunter

Still love God but I'm still a little monster

(Two years passed by) That's news to me

Now these drugs aren't as good as they used to be

So I'm take a little break and make some death music

That's self abusive dark marching music

I'm startin' to lose it. It's already been gone

Still killer strong, I am King Kong

With the wild and restless spirit

Let it rain from the pain in my lyrics

I'm insane, that's my main interference

That's blood in the sink, that's shame in the mirror

And I refuse to respect my enemies

If their souls are cold and ungenerous

That's how I feel real gangsters are gentlemen

Hold cold steel if they feel the adrenaline

Steel will kill if feel life depend on it

Not for a meal, that's serving the Devil shit

The misguided angel is heaven-sent

Don't call this a comeback, we never left

[Outro]

"Most people are surprised that I walk on two legs

And ah… I have no choice, I have to solve this, this problem

So I suppose that my plans are to figure out some new identity

Kill off one life and get another one."