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Letra : TKO

Madman, madman (Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)
Madman, madman (Madman)
K on the track

Yo, they don't wanna see me go mad, Hulk Hogan
Should I pick Jake Paul? Should I pick Logan?
Licking off shots, so they call me Phil Foden
Coming for necks, nah, brudda, I ain't joking
What's the Plan B? Kristen Hanby, get me angry
Dish out the candy, legs shakin', make it wobble like Bambi
Don't play games, brudda, this ain't Jumanji

Mum said I should go invest (Invest)
Austin, he got repossessed
If you're bad, yo, brudda come speak with chest
If you don't step right, then you might get left (My man)
How can you leave your girlfriend stressed?
Now your kids homeless, don't you think that's f'd?
But the prick's hopelеss, must be smoking meth
Thought you had Hovis, but you must have lеss
Who's that bredda? Joe Weller
Don't lemme go and grab for the leather
Big .44, no safety sweater
The kickback huge, come big like Heather
Two weeks straight, man collected cheddar
Punch man up like whatever the weather (My man)
Joe wasn't talking when we was together
Put us in the ring, I'ma show man pressure
Jordan, Harvey, forget Wa**abi
I was in the party, tryna get narni (Ayy, yo)
Then I got a call from Mams, KSI
Kristen Hanby, I ain't gonna lie
Corns gonna fly, are you tryna die?
Send him to the sky, I ain't tryna hear replies
Let me give advice if I pull up with the guys
Me n' you ain't really size if I swing a hefty right
Still got Deji up on my radar
Don't take man for idiot, Pineda
Can everyone please do me a favour? (What's that?)
Leave me to count all my paper
Two-two favour, swing jaw breaker
Half Bajan but I rep Jamaica
Businessman, but I love my paper
Don't play games, nah, this ain't the Sega
Bryce Hall, you could never be an idol
Bryce Hall, after the fight you'll need a bible
Austin clapped you, how suicidal
When I beat man up, man, I want my t**le
Jordan fly like, Michael, Vital, coming like a cycle
Roll with the mandem moving tribal
If I swing my left hand at his eyeball
He ain't on it, just be honest
Lock sh*t down like my name is Boris
Any little yute, man, you need some porridge
Their heart ain't in it, they need some courage
Yo, upfront like Kane and Sturridge (Yo)
Yeah, they hate, but they don't pay 'omage
Dropped out of school and I didn't go college
Wrapped up a fool and his b*t*h gave me knowledge
Yo, they don't wanna see me go mad, Hulk Hogan
Should I pick Jake Paul? Should I pick Logan?
Licking off shots, so they call me Phil Foden
Coming for necks, nah, brudda, I ain't joking
What's the Plan B? Kristen Hanby, get me angry
Dish out the candy, legs shakin', make it wobble like Bambi
Don't play games, brudda, this ain't Jumanji

Yo, louder, that's it, louder, louder, louder
Madman, hahaha
Madman, madman, yo