Chorus:
If you get one shot, you better make the most
I’m headed to the top, with a great approach
They call me MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
I think they MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
They call me MAD cuz I love it (aye!)
I get em talking, I’m the master of puppets (aye!)
The strings - the only thing that I’m cutting
When it comes to my craft, nobody can touch it!

Verse:
I’m a mad scientist, I got my eye on this
In the lab, working on my craft, There’s no denying this!
Yet I’m feeling like I’m out of gas, need to check the mileage
High motor, my focus - really imperative
I feel hopeless, but still going- oh what a nightmare it is
Through the hard times, I stick with it like how marriage should be
But they get divorced quickly, they go find something more trendy
They chase money and fame, get it but feel empty
But funny cuz I stick with it, but still I got a void in me,
Cuz I know there’s so much more, but still there’s a war in me
I’m sending the infantry, the missiles at my enemies

Chorus:
If you get one shot, you better make the most
I’m headed to the top, with a great approach
They call me MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
I think they MAD, cuz I’m dedicated (aye!)
They call me MAD cuz I love it (aye!)
I get em talking, I’m the master of puppets (aye!)
The strings - the only thing that I’m cutting
When it comes to my craft, nobody can touch it!

Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Psycho yeah

Might go Psycho Foreal
Casting magic spells
My life’s haunted…Still
That’s just how I’m built
that’s just how I’m built

I be lurking through the night yeah
Hiding in the darkness, I dont never see the light yeah
Wolf mode yeah I bark and then I bite
This the real me we ain’t rocking no disguise
Leave they head turning like owl
Feeling so bizarre the moon done make me howl
Cemetery late night we on the prowl
Living in the shadows that’s the only life that I know

Might go Psycho Foreal
Casting magic spells
My life’s haunted…Still
That’s just how I’m built
that’s just how I’m built

Yeah I’m giving em the creeps
I be haunting they dreams
The Spirits running free
I’m letting out the beast

Might go psycho yeah yeah
Might go psycho again
Not again not again

Ba ba Black Sheep

Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir three bags full

One for the Master and one for the Dame

And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.