I’m Madd

[Intro: Trevin Jones]
Good evening
Thank you, thank you ladies and gentlemen
Thank you, you're too kind
Thank you, thank you, please hold the applause for me, please
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, guess what?
It's a brand new season, it's a brand new show
And I'm bringing back a young man I had here two years ago
And, as you know, that show happened to be one of the highest rated shows that I ever had
This man is still mad, and I introduce to you, the one and only, Mr. Madd Rapper
Please give it up for thе Madd Rapper, ladies and gentlеmen. Let's hear it

[Verse 1: The Ebony Opera]
I'm Mad (I'm Mad)
Are you mad, mad? (We're mad)
Are we mad, mad? (You're mad)
Mad, I'm mad (mad)
Mad, I'm mad

[Verse 2: The Madd Rapper]
Yo, they should have never let me back in this joint, yo for real
I got a deal now, son
You know what I'm saying, crazy cat, boy
For real, it's about to be crazy, yo
What you're about to hear is hip-hop at its finest, baby
From Brooklyn
Here comes The Madd Rapper, yo
Let me tell you why I'm mad, son
Let me tell you why I'm mad
You want to know why I'm mad, son?
I got John Blaze shit and y'all niggas don't know it
But now, what?
Here I am, boy

[Verse 3]
Here I am fighting in daylight
We don't play right
You poured the wrong guns
You're making me mad, son
You better just run
While you got the chance to leave

[Outro: Joe Hooker]
Yo, it's Brooklyn in the house (Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Doctor [?] Better (word, ah shit)
Come on, everybody in the house from Brooklyn (Brooklyn)
Everybody in the house from Brooklyn (come on)
Say hey-oh
(hey-oh)
Say oh no
(oh no)
Say oh-oh-oh
(oh-oh-oh)
Brooklyn, please