“Madness”
Song lyrics written and performed by SHEE
©2005 Sheer Badness Entertainment (ASCAP)

(Verse 1)
Your CD’s a coaster, everybody shelved it. If you messing with SHEE, you gon’ get dealt with. Why you wanna play like you deaf and don’t hear shit? Smack a nigga so hard his grandma felt it. If you all in my grill, you ‘gon get melted – don’t be starting no beef you gon’ need help with. SHEE you can’t deny her, hot like fire, let your rhymes rest bitch it sound tired. Tryna make something out of nothing, fuck you think you is…Macguyver. I’m ‘bout to put this shit in autopilot. Jersey retired but I ain’t never played a game, serious – I ain’t shooting hoops, but I’m probably shoot in ‘ya face. Right on ‘ya lip, let you see how ‘ya blood taste. Be the Last Dragon, catch the bullet with your teeth ‘cause bitch I hear that you be catching dick with lightening quick speed, in terms of writing rhymes though, you would never be in my league.

(Hook)
Madness, spit that badness, I ain’t these rappers, I go at this (repeat)

(Verse 2)
I be running drills, putting hookers through boot-camp, ‘cause I do what you can’t, probably why I got bank. Don’t worry – I’mma let you loan a food stamp ‘cause the things that you rap really ain’t important. Yeah, you was born here, I’ll get your ass deported – face got third world written all over it. Why you choking, ‘cause I pen this nigga, you offended nigga, pay attention nigga, little bent-dick nigga – I’mma straighten you out, right before I skin the waist up and sit on your mouth. See your style played out, even your mom don’t acknowledge her seed, she pushed you out and she like “he don’t really look like me”. But y’all resemble ‘cause you both ugly, both born with club-feet, got hair like Buckwheat. Plus I saw your school picture on a Garbage Pail Kid collector card, I shed a tear too, story really touched my heart.

(Verse 3)
I be spittin’ type ill, you can’t deny that I rhyme tight, shit be nastier than Broad & Market after midnight. Uglier than base heads when you see them in the street light, fuck with me there’s gonna be more than a catfight. Leave you on a ventilator cause you can’t breathe right, put salt on your wounds and ask you what it feels like. See I’m a sick bitch, your momma done told you, hand around me and watch your heart turn cold too, like an icicle – shit be frigid in the cut, tell my man if he leave he ‘gon get fucked up. Type of ghetto love, type of ghetto chick, type to probably find you swinging round ‘ya dick come an end your life quick shit. Hop off the cliznit, I’m the shiznit, you work for me nigga I run the business. Best chick that ever did it run come get this, call me bitch Willis how I die hard with a vengeance.