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Mad Happy Renegade Geeks

ya see me dancin' on the grass. Ya say, "Who's that, and what are they doin'?", We're Mad Happy and we're happy to ruin, Your little strait world, Like

Nail on the record make the beat sound raw. Needle was wore out, had to replace it. Face it; tape up the 'lectric wires, So as not to cause underground

Then ya see me dancin' on the grass. Ya say, "Who's that, and what are they doin'?", We're Mad Happy and we're happy to ruin, Your little strait world

love me, you love me, you love me. Those words you'll never mean. They sound as hollow as the deadest tree, In the dead of winter on the darkest night. You make me mad

of sam. Ya never know when I'm gonna strike next. I don't even know why i like ghetto tricks I'm a serial wigga Gonna get bigga' Than Biggie Smalls. Fillin' mad

Paint the white house pink. Keep it legal to think Everybody's got the right To live our own life. Might be that you wanna be a New York slut, Hollywood