[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!
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