High Mr. Controversy: Welcome to the Divided States of Wackopia... we'd like to present to you... our anthem...

madd professor: i'm wack, i admit that, i ain't ashamed to look back/
and see losses hanging out my ass/
draggin' a hatchet that i use to whack raps with/
crack through shit rapid like paper when i spit hydrocloric acid/
whether i'm battlin' or rappin' i gotta be the wackest/
together with drugs and my brain crashin' i'ma be the baddest/
Eminem hyped pen when i'm scratchin' scrapped paper slappin'/
WACK INC. on it when i'm writin' flows so softly/
what's ill? the word means nothing to me/
so if i were to die i'd be the only circus freak to see/
known for freakin' a mic to even personifying the levels of the weakest emcee/
making the meanest mic stand unable to defend me/
oversit standing ovations disconnecting fist after fist/
hands off bitches, i can slit my own wrists/
open shit with my own opus, to know i still go the flow in me/
just to show i've grown with wack winning/
imagine a rapper rapping crap so wack that they made an anthem/
till it turned into religion now fathom/
how wack i am with these hits all magnums/
shit, this is the end, who's the last laughin'?/

dedicated to the wackest of wack


peace


signed,
~madd