The Predator

When the shit goes down you better be ready

(When the shit goes down)

I turn He-Man to She-Rra, Battlecat to Cringer

West Coast Avenger, Mad Child's a ninja

Fist of the North Star, I'm going hard

Lions flying out my mouth like a throwing star

Tough luck, nunchucks for these dumb fucks

Young dukes jump up, they get fucked up

I can levitate (why?) I'm a featherweight (nah)

I'm a heavyweight, hope to get to Heaven's gate

But not yet (watch it) I'm a freakin savage

Running all around and I am busy wreaking havoc

Funny when I rap it sounds like I'm committing murder

But have to ask the question, "How come I ain't getting further? "

I'm a fucking lunatic, I can be a moody bitch

Great white shark eating rappers like you're tuna fish

Kill em I annihilate, villain with an iron blade

Fuck when I rock I am hot watch a fire blaze

Welcome to the freak fest, Mad Child's a monster

First do a concert then do an encore

Mad got the game on lock like a door handle

War angel, black cape with an orange candle now I've gone commando

Running through the streets with the gun of Rambo

Knife on my belt that could cut your scalp

Quit drugs now I'm back you go fuck yourself

Tattooed up top to bottom sleeves

Never fall again like autumn leaves

Dark like the Legend of Sleepy Hollow

I'm the big bad wolf, you are sheep that follow

Crawl into bed, take a power nap

Eat your kids in a nightie and a shower cap

All these little piggies run when the shit goes down

Cause I'm here to blow your motherfucking brick house down

Nasty North American, that's because I'm arrogant

Kids think you're fucked, yeah I know, I'm aware of it

Morphine and opiates warping this derelict

Hopefully appropriate scorpions terrorist

I need a therapist, someone to talk to

You dumb? There is something that's wrong, what the fuck dude?

Started off in clubs going back to auditoriums

Leader of an army, Battle Axe Warriors

Breaker breaker one nine

I'll break a back and snap a spine if you ever think of taking mine

Sunshine, moonshine, sunrays or moonbeams

Balance the black magic monsters and bad dreams

Animated sandman, death is on your doorstep

Take a deep breath, you are not ready for war yet

I'm a rap war vet, all black Corvette

I'm all for torture, don't forget we never forfeit

I'm talking full clip, a decade of hits

And then ten years of turmoil tears you to bits

We never miss when the missile's locked on to the target

Send you back to evolution, you can meet Charles Darwin

I'm the king of everything, I'm a universal sovereign

Universal studios, you're still using Garage Band

Abusing all musicians who's confused this is our land

Rob Viking, Mad Child, Prevail, that's the game plan