Mad Fright Night
[Intro]
Be the Lo-Down clique
Be the Lo-Down clique
Be the Lo-Down clique
Be the Lo-Down clique
Be the Lo-Down clique
Be the Lo-Down clique
Be the Lo-Down clique
Lo-Down quick for(?) your mad fright nights

[Verse 1]
I release like a trigger to shock, I cause panic
MCs now wonder if rhymes is automatic
Episodes of psychotic terror, hallucinatin' up here (Ha ha ha ha ha)
Images like the desert mirage
Dizzy 8 silhouette 'til they leak and collapse
Front line of combat, through the eyes of a gat
Hit the top ten most wanted for makin' mikes a Killa B
Armed for danger, caution except
Won't leave where chalk marks the spot
Where I left your body parts
Deadly like venom, strangle holds like a python
Never felt fear unless fear was out of race
That pursued it in his heart to lick his blood off my blades
Damage on site, I'm leaving scars in contact
Rhymes is overweight until I sink this fuckin' island
Meet the reckless nigga, Rapture, will only harm
Lo-Down enters the mind so sick it's off the norm
[Chorus]
Bow, get a grips, swarm left and right
Lo-Down, quick before your mad fright nights, now
Get a grips, swarm left and right
Lo-Down, quick before your mad fright nights, yeah

[Verse 2]
Now the razors under my tongue
A nigga insane, you'll get gunned
Fuck around with this, you'll get hung
As I twist you like a sista, the paranoia show ya
Crazy's what I be, remember that when I do's ya
'Cause I blows up like the Hiroshima
With the focus that cap the pure excess screaming of my rather manner
I'm known like the star spangled banner
For the shit that I project, it stops all debates
As I close my fist to make a nigga's head spin
Swell up his eye, pow, then break his fuckin' chin

[Verse 3]
Death row electric chair with your brains all set to fry
Hey, if I let ya go ya punk do ya think that you could fly like
Macaulay Culkin out ya mansion I be stalkin'
Ready to devour, munch on your fuckin' bone marrow, 'nuff said
I'm sick and I'm quick to bust ya shit
'Cause you live a double life I got 'em switchin' like, uh, oh my gosh
It's my twisted styles that amaze
'Cause I be rippin' niggas up with count 'em ten razor blades
Your style is secondhand as Salvation Army brand
You need to hang it the fuck up, well, like the Ku Klux Klan
Sick like a pigeon, they be feeding me Gravy Train
Despicable, I eat your ass up just like I'm mange
I'm more deadly than a full blown case of AIDS
An extra dose of gonorrhea that starts drippin' from ya rear
That's what you get when you try to get erotic
I be leavin' you to suffer without any antibiotics
Ya mad retarded, go get some Hooked on Phontics
I'm fuckin' with ya G, ya didn't know I was bionic
[Chorus]
Ay, yo
Bow, get a grips, swarm left and right
Lo-Down, quick before your mad fright nights, now
Get a grips, swarm left and right
Lo-Down, quick before your mad fright nights
Yo, get a grips, swarm left and right
Lo-Down, quick before your mad fright nights, now
Get a grips, swarm left and right
Lo-Down, quick before your mad fright nights
Now baby out now