[Intro: Mad World]
Yeah, it's Mad World, what up Half-Life? Doin' it..
[Verse 1: Davey Rickz]
This is the dawning of a new age
The Pope gave his blessing for the Crusades
You pray; I define the meaning that is true pain
Screw sane, insanity grabbing me, I am Two-Face
Run up on your sh** with grenades and a bull's rage
Thirty-Eight leave your body in a cruel state
f** the Narcos, the jail cell is a fool's cage
Yeah, and you ain't f**in' with us
You packin' metal, too? Well, we'll turn it to rust
Turn your bones into dust, in your homes it will bust
I'll k** the f**in' presidential clone you entrust
Turn your dome into mush, with the forty-four magnum
I'mma take it straight to his front door and tag him
Bag him, and snag him, and eat the remains
Take a fork and a knife to his feet to his brains
From the street to the plains, Mad World will cause strife
Gut people, and pa** knives with Half-Life
Yeah, cause we the rawest around
I'll hammer-fist your dome 'til your jaw hits the ground
His guard is down, I can see the fear in your eyes
Better be scared, because the Devil's here in disguise
Hearing your lies; saying you believe in the power of Christ
I come hungry, and I wanna devour his life
I lurk in the darkness, in the hours of night
Break into the church and piss into the Chalice of Christ
[Verse 2: Ishtar Terror]
Yeah..
Illuminati triple six, teach you all the basics
The Freemasons hold the razor-blades on the slave ships
Places everybody [?], you will grave-dig
The O-zone's depleted, that's the reason for the heating of the glaciers
Flood-gate apocalyptic cities turn, I watch the cities burn
Read between the lines and maybe you will learn
Bodies churn
A thousand stacks of rack: human bones, chromosomes
The Holy Ghost turn the bodies into comatose
Verbal overdose, verbal over-gross
Puffin' on that green will make you scream like a Gyarados
I got the most weaponry, Ish-terrorist, Ish-perilous
The experiment: burn a Denny's settlement
Always spittin' fresh like a peppermint
Always on my excellence, you'll never get the best of us
I'm ashamed of ya, I'm sippin' at the festivals
I'm always f**in' drunk, I'll take a sh** up on your vestibule
I'm not compatible with rappers wearing tight jeans
A knife gleams; welcome to a nightmare, no more nice dreams or pipe dreams
Step inside a place where no more light beams
I'm pullin' down my pants, b**h come and bite these
If you don't like me, that's fine; come and fight me
The color red all up on my white Nike's
I must admit, that was a nice scheme
Now I wait around, waiting for the Lord to come and smite me
[Verse 3: Grand Scheme]
Yo..
I'm ready, willing, and able to slay you with a syllable
And pistol-whip you so quick, I'll f** around and cripple you
I spit foul, disembowel you like pagan rituals
My freestyle k** the illest written sh** you listen to
I write your verses in my sleep, sh** is pitiful
I'm perfect on the beat, and I ain't even reach my pinnacle
This pivotal, consider me to be a man of principle
Beat you half to d**h, and let you live with what I did to you
I'm sinister and cynical, you're miserable and minuscule
On the brink of suicide, cause ain't nobody feelin' you
I find it irresistible to diss these imbeciles
You fit the description of plagiarism, I'm original
Unpredictable, but yet I'm depicted in prophecies
I'll body-beat sh** down your leg, f** an apology
If rap music's losing it's essence, pay me a finder's fee
You can't touch me, like prison visiting-room policy
Honestly, being defeated doesn't exist to me
Regardless of the beat, it's gonna be a flawless victory
You're talking sh**, but when I harness my ability
I'm strong enough to swim through quicksand with muscular dystrophy
You wannabe motherf**ers gotta be kiddin' me
My rhythm and delivery causes bodily injury
Desecrate your dignity and finish you officially
Face the aftermath and surrender yourself willingly