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Get back! (Get back)
This is Syze and Madness, both our minds are rotten, if you try to stop us get
Bitch slapped! (Bitch slapped!)
Incredible lyricists, you’re never as ill as this, need medical clearances so
Get back! (Get back)
This is Syze and Madness, both our minds are rotten, if you try to stop us get
Bitch slapped! (Bitch slapped!)
Incredible lyricists, you’re never as ill as this, need medical clearances
Critical Madness and the lyrical bad ass/
Put miserable asses in hysterical laughter/
You pitiful bastards will never get at us/
Cuz our physical statures are visibly massive/
We’re wipin’ the floor, you’re mops to us and bitches/
Our interest’s to invest in stockin’ up our fridges/
I’ll stop a bus and knick it, brawl with massive sluts and midgets/
We will beat you - Paul the octopus predicts it/
I’m throwin’ haymakers like my fist is a farmer/
You - you’re missin’ the target like you pissed on the carpet/
Karma’s a bitch, I made a bitch outta karma/
I’ll live it up until I’m wrinkled up like dicks in a sauna/
This a warnin’, I’ve caught a lot of cheaters/
When I hear you rhyme my name is onomatopoeia/
You annoy me like a song from Mamma Mia/
Said I need to get mad so I’ve gone and got a feature/
Get back! (Get back)
This is Syze and Madness, both our minds are rotten, if you try to stop us get
Bitch slapped! (Bitch slapped!)
Incredible lyricists, you’re never as ill as this, need medical clearances, so
Get back! (Get back)
This is Syze and Madness, both our minds are rotten, if you try to stop us get
Bitch slapped! (Bitch slapped!)
Incredible lyricists, you’re never as ill as this, need medical clearances
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