Låttexter:
Mad Poet

he was in command Now it seems that he is quite mad, so sad There was a time when he was in demand But now it seems that he is quite mad The Titan took

or a neck tie, To hang themselves by Like David Carradine They can go fuck themselves and just die And eat shit while they at it He's fucking had it, he's mad

then snatch him out of his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y'all niggers intellect mad

Multi before I die (nigga) No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the Fork in the road And went straight See I'm a poet to some A regular

timid Mad got the Axe and the track is spinnin' Cadillac, black and tinted, freak occurrence Little rim caps swim laps in the rap occurrent (This is it) I flow with heroic poets

've seen since your Christening I'm listening to children, speak of the matrix Battling the bubonic spread of the primal hatred Mad Child: Mad child,

kick And now you know it, I'm a poet and I'm harder than a brick I makin' over 3 G's a day and you say That Mad's cuttin' like a blade over sucker DJ

own all of Bedrock If I was a criminal, I'd probably own a cell block If I was in the Navy, I would own the sea But I'm a poet, so I own the whole rap

in the oldie? The hay'll keep the shit bouncin' I got the jealous vatos time 'Cuz I got the hyna'z shoutin' over Lil' Rob One of many Mexicano poets