Night of the howling Madman

Verse 1:
Read it in the thesis. I could never be the weakest. Hell spawn but never was a devil in the foetus. Takes more than a devil to defeat us. Never take it Yeezus. See me heading to the east wing. Nothing but monsters claws beneath my floors like crabs embedded in the beaches. No flaws? Who you kidding? You was born from a long line of beings. Bred for the the beasting. Knead dough (need dough) daily, forever breaded, we’re feasting. Musics my medicine, I need it. Otherwise my mind feels like it was jettisoned from sea ships. Can’t test the gems that I’m leaving. In my wake yet dreaming. The pen I pen it down with a menace too - like its demon owner! That’s me! Shiiiiiit. “Shinai”

Verse 2:
Reiza Ramone, toothpick between the molars. Too slick, it’s me the chosen. Uno, numero, numerous adversaries drop like the l-e-g’s of Hogan. The numerals L.V, that’s 55 not Louis Vuitton. From top turn buckle, the dive suicide swan. I don’t Kidman! Unless it’s the actress, I’ll ruin that song. Right? Cooperate? I’m Matrix? Who am I? Wrong! After rap it’s crepes with the citron. And the sucre. Won’t stop ‘til I measure up to Slick Rick the Ruler. Street fighter don’t know Gouki but the bitch picked Akuma. I’m out in Japan kicking it with Jin & Takuma. I’m on a win - win you loser. Can’t win so kin’s grip the ruger. Cause things cost racks like Luger. Put the grip down, or get whipped like Uighur. I’m Matrix Smith on Sambuca

Chorus:
"Well it’s the"
Night of the howling madman
Your car ran -
Out of petrol in a bad land
You knock on the doors but ain’t nobody answer
The empty streets were all filled with laughter
"Cause it’s the-"
Night of the howling madman
Your car ran -
Out of petrol in a bad land
You knock on the doors but ain’t nobody answer
The empty streets were all filled with laughter
"Cause it’s the-"
Night of the howling madman
Your car ran -
Out of petrol in a bad land
You knock on the doors but ain’t nobody answer
The empty streets were all filled with laughter
"Cause it’s the-"
Night of the howling madman
Your car ran -
Out of petrol in a bad land
You knock on the doors but ain’t nobody answer
The empty streets were all filled with laughter
"Cause it’s the-"
Night of the howling madman