[Intro]
When the [bad word] goes down you better be ready
(When the [bad word] goes down)

[Verse 1] [Mad Child]:
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, nun chucks for these dumb [bad word] Young dukes jump up, they get [bad word] 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 [bad word] all around and I am busy wreaking havoc
Funny when I rap it sounds like [bad word] murder
But have to ask the question, [bad word] I ain’t getting further?”
I’m a [bad word] lunatic, I can be a moody [bad word] Great white shark eating rappers like you’re tuna fish
Kill em I annihilate, villain with an iron blade [bad word] when I rock I am hot watch a fire blaze [bad word] 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 [bad word] through the streets with the gun of Rambo
Knife on my belt that could cut your scalp
Quit [bad word] now I’m back you can [bad word] yourself

[Verse 2] [Mad Child]:
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 [bad word] when the [bad word] goes down
Cause I’m here to blow your [bad word] brick house down
Nasty North American, that’s because I’m arrogant
Kids think you’re [bad word]  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 [bad word] dude?
Started off in clubs going back to auditoriums
Leader of an army, Battle Axe Warriors

 [Verse 3] [Prevail]:
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 planExplain