nation, take the boy, the girl And all I say to myself is it's a mad, mad world [Talking] [Jumpsteady] It's a mad, mad world whether you're poor or rich
[Verse 1: ~Tech N9ne~] I'm a nice guy My lifes a light sky So Much love I might cry Not! Nice Try I'm an evil seed and the day I sleep and the night fly
of weed and women we for wicked things Dang choices Bang ?hoyvis? From the back of the bus you hear strange noises Here we come baby It's a party bitch if you mad
we're not compatible like deers and cows and owls So many rules and regulations say you're not allowed I'm caught in the grip of the city madness I'
about the madness in America Oh, he's God tonight He walks on water And he's always right Talks about the madness in Africa His frightened eyes Mad
mortal coil and mortal madness For we're here to pick you up and bring you home Aren't we, Cassiel? It's a place where you did not belong Were time
Nah man, not quite finished yet you know what I think you just trying to pull a motherfucking fast one I'm mad you just hurt my god damn feelings and
the Philosophy Europe often tries to crush me Oh, let me fly Lose the measure of danger in the fight The madness can't be mad This enemy star Moves in
thought deepens the sickness and completes the desert dry Fear feeds the derangement of the inner eye With nothing left you find yourself falling to madness
like a steerin' wheel, for them is tryin' to turn me Into a hate monger, and I'm wishin' and I wonder Damn, will I graduate before I hit the summer? I think not
And loneliness it makes nights endless The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight It incubates my grief and madness And sometimes, sometimes The mad
the virgin, urban, I'm splurgin' Split splice, I prefer to bring it like a surgeon, right Bombs, I got shatter, bullet holes in the paper Escape the, madness
? I'm not gettin' in your truck Boy, you make me wanna You make me wanna pull my hair out You're the reason that I don't like going out Stand here kickin' that madness
they're quater Kick in your door, put the gun to your daughta Bizness is shit like seal but it poppa Reachin for your shit All you had was a glocka Mad madness
s rotting and dying. A rose is devouring my brains, It's starving. Why not appease its hunger? It's get a good taste... I don't need any drugs, My madness
[Incomprehensible] Mad madness trashy brother from way back We're blowin' mics since the days of 8-track Certified, bonafied pull out the weapon Rusted
light I'm a beep, I'm a vapor Oh, a vapor It's a mad, mad world Will it ever stop? Will the madness end? While my body decays My soul does not Death