Texty:
Mad Indian

Yo check this out a lot of people be gettin' mad 'Cause I use the word 'nigga' you know what I'm sayin'? They don't like the fact that I use the word '

she lookin' like a center fold Two tattoos but she say she gettin' plenty mo' She got Indian in her family, seminal Me and shawty go together like chemicals And she get mad

this one This o the last The nigga Ro is a crack-a-matician Rollin the ave cuz Im gettin dough in that slab cuz im gettin over, they mad i just grill

I'm better than mad niggaz But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper I say that to say this Don't let mad liquor turn me to a bodybag zipper

I'm an abnormal creature with pummelin' action Feature presentation plus the comin' attraction Asians, Iranians, all same opinion Indians, blacks and whites and East Indians

deserve So I try to live simply in a complicated world (Mad Child & Prevail) (Chorus x4) (Mad Child) Broken down engines, cowboys and Indians (Prevail) Black Jack gunfights saloons and women (Mad

up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian

we came home, mad messages was on my phone Bitch named Symone Screamin', she feenin', for the semen Me bein', the man that I am Took it to her condo, pronto Half Indian

beef right here or right there Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right, it off right there CNN war report spread across New York Guard him Indian style