[Intro - Andre 3000] + (Killer Mike)

(Let's do this {shit})

Yeah! Killer keeps it honest

Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach

Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of {hell} (Boo!)

Enough to make a black ghost turn pale

(YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!)



[Killer Mike]

Ma-dden '04

This is the name that came, to alter the game

My quarterback fires, slangin' that thang

Two minute drill, we runnin' it mayne

DE-FENSE, DON'T SLACK!

Pushin' ya line, crackin ya quarterback

Laying that wood, he's flat on his back

Ya recievers is shook, missin they catch

My recievers a dog, run and they fetch

Ya runningbacks weak, left on his neck

MADDEN IS IT, YEAH!

No better feeling, then gripping the stick

Returning my punts, nailing my kicks

My runningbacks real, fakin' is sick

HALF-BACK, DON'T STOP!

Touchdown bound, Jeff, follow his block

My offensive line, locking the block

Fourth and inches, we can't be stopped

Third and long, we stretching the field

Chasin the corner, see if he chill

OF-FENSE, WON'T STOP, NO!

DE-FENSE, WON'T STOP, NO!

Yeah we braggin, and hitting and taggin

On Madden 2004, YEAH!



[Chorus - Killer Mike]

Madden 2004, (YEAH!)

It's grime time, let's go (YEAH!)

Bringin the pain, I'm laying the wood

Quarterback status, I'm throwing it good

Madden 2004, (YEAH!)

It's grime time, let's go (YEAH!)

Running and gunnin, and stuffin the hole

Nothing is realer, then 2004!



[Outro]

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