Versifyer - The Mad Gentleman

When the mad gentleman hits
A bad feelin commences
That's the just of it
Really how intense it can get
Depends on penitence
If I let inventiveness win
Then just stick to your defenses
My intention gets grim
Kill innocence with a grin
I'm not kidding bitch when
I let my brain take the lead
I lose control and begin
I never fold if I win
Or lose don't matter my sin
Is that I never slow down
So give my record a spin
The evidence is submitted-shit the verdict is in
I commit murder with pens-let the absurdness up in
You're heart and soul let your senses-get corrupted the sickness
Spreads through snares and the kicks-oh boy I'm at it again
I never thought I'd accomplish-what I've put forth in-the game of rap...
My demons filled up my head-with these damn excuses-that's a fact...
But now I'm here-my path is clear-they're screaming "entertain us"
My show's my circus-I've been workin-nothing can contain this

Near the mad gentleman
Hear the mad gentleman
Fear the mad gentleman
Don't look in the hat dears
I'm the mad gentleman
You're the mad gentleman
We're the mad gentlemen
We're all a little mad here
Near the mad gentleman
Hear the mad gentleman
Fear the mad gentleman
Look at where we're at dears
I'm the mad gentleman
You're the mad gentleman
We're the mad gentlemen
We're all a little mad here

Am I mad...am I strange...do I sound a bit insane...
Do I have the kind of brain that turns a fuckin' man deranged
Am I bundy...and I gein...gacy or saddam hussein
Am I Jack the Ripper on the microphone to captivate
The mystery in music with a hat trick that you can't explain
A box to separate the viewers from themselves-is that a thing
Maybe so-the crazy flows and concepts have been happening
A bit to much to claim that it's all normal when I rap this way
Maybe this is necromancy...I can bring the dead to life...
Make their hearts all beat again...I get into heads and lives...
I get into sexy thighs...too though and them sexy wives...
Climb up on the stage to volunteer to disappear inside...
The box of fuckin' mystery...that's what I've got to sell you...
Fuck if you know that the box leads straight to my hotel room...
I don't gotta tell you...jokes and I won't fail you...
Put your hands up I need something I can drive a nail through

Near the mad gentleman
Hear the mad gentleman
Fear the mad gentleman
Don't look in the hat dears
I'm the mad gentleman
You're the mad gentleman
We're the mad gentlemen
We're all a little mad here
Near the mad gentleman
Hear the mad gentleman
Fear the mad gentleman
Look at where we're at dears
I'm the mad gentleman
You're the mad gentleman
We're the mad gentlemen
We're all a little mad here

Written by:
Jerry Hall

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