About to drill ya with a killer combo 

King Kong, Godzilla and Rambo 

Marker author, ain't no bitch I'm down to die for 

Rifle in your mouth, peace to Poco on a 14 year bid 

For jackin' mad kids, respect all my gangsta's doin' bad shit 

An' that's it, Mad Child does nitroglycerin and acid 

Warlock, focused on witch craft 

You're listening to classic plastic explosives 

Forceful courses of action, 

Internationally we ration out portions of passion, insane 

Cuz mental gain, like rock cocaine to brain 

Hard to kick habit, when addict 

Leather face, the devil spits silver saliva 

TransCanada highway robbery, drunk getaway driver 

This here's a bad combination 

Like Mad Child with an AK-47, a bottle of Jack and a home invasion 

Make you knock, laughin' as you strapped to the mattress

A can of gasoline, a pack of matches, for the total package

Bitch 



Break out your tape recorders, make sure you document this 

Apocalypse, infinitely adjacent, we stylin' with aquaness 

Unorthodox, knock shit, neon crushin' ask us 

Just advance me, rushin' up the beat, an' pass me the blunt

Eh yo, I'm here to set it on you cats from the moment I entered 

Moldin' the center on it, adventure, performin' the scripture 

A mad child prevailin' like a swollen member, so remember me 

As obesely, intelligence with diplomatic immunity 

A trained killer that's trained to kill ya 

I make the fronters have bad dreams like a mad scene 

From a hardcore thriller, throwin' fits in your sleep 

We got heat, mission complete is when the record sound crisp in the jeep 

Some say I think ill, and tranquilize rappers like pills 

Ink deals and rap underground where the street feels- blast 

But the fact is you don't know the half, 

Closin' the caskets on your sound an' takin' over with a total package 



Bolted and welded, I know that you felt it 

Scrap yard, iron arms, swingin' hectic 

Imperial metric, superior complex 

We make seriously powerful records 

Battleaxe vengeance, attendance grows at every show

Doin' songs with Planet Asia, smashin' stereos 

Hi-fidelity, pride in my energy 

It's 3 the hard way, queens in Bombay 

My regional army throws explosive parties 

We've rose in the hierarchy 

Hose in the fire escape, world wide 

Connected by hands that wave 

Double edged-sharp 

Take part and start the flow of the colour red 

Old man Prev, an omen, a legend 

Beats are produced by my brothers in Venice 

10 + 2 gauge, total package of razor blades