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Madilyn Bailey

Berzerk

 

Berzerk

(album: The Covers, Vol. 6 - 2013)


Now this song about to kick off, this party looks wack
Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
That's why my pen needs a pad because my rhymes on the ra-hag
Just like I do with addiction I'm 'bout to kick it
Like a magician, the critics I turn to crickets
Get 'em still on the fence whether I pick it
But get 'em quick to impaled when I tell 'em stick it
So sick of looking pale, that's my pigment
Going hard yeah, shout out to Hendrix
Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, yeah!
The art of the MCing mixed with da Vinci and the MC Ren
And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, yeah
Been Public Enemy since you thought PE was gym, oh yeah

Take your shoes off, let your hair down (go berzerk), all night long
Grow your beard out, just weird out (go berzerk), all night long

"Cause we're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M.
So baby make just like K-Fed let yourself go, let yourself go
Cause a ruckus before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berzerk) shake your body

I guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it?
Khaki's pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced
So I guess it ain't
That aftershave or cologne that made 'em just faint
Plus I just showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So if love is a chess game, then check mate
But boy your body's smoking, shot me dead, baby bang bang
Yes sir Bob I was thinking the same thing
So come get on this kid's rock, baw with da baw, bang bang
P-p-p-pow p-p-p-pow chicka wow wow
Catch a cab I wanna go down d-d-down-down
Slow it down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel towel
Dumb it down, I don't know how, huh, huh, how, how
At least I know that I don't know
Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
Hope so, now everybody take your shoes off

Take your shoes off, let your hair down (go berzerk), all night long
Grow your beard out, just weird out (go berzerk), all night long

"Cause we're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M.
So baby make just like K-Fed let yourself go, let yourself go
Cause a ruckus before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berzerk) shake your body
Everybody, everybody (go berzerk) shake your body yeah
Shake your body

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