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  Yeah! Killer keeps it honest
  Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach
  Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of {hell} 
  Enough to make a black ghost turn pale
  Madden 04
  This is the name that came, to alter the game
  My quarterback fires, slangin that thang
  Two minute drill, we runnin it mayne
  DEFENSE, DONT SLACK!
  Pushin ya line, crackin ya quarterback
  Laying that wood, hes flat on his back
  Ya receivers is shook, missin they catch
  My receivers 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
  HALFBACK, DONT STOP!
  Touchdown bound, Jeff, follow his block
  My offensive line, locking the block
  Fourth and inches, we cant be stopped
  Third and long, we stretching the field
  Chasin the corner, see if he chill
  OFFENSE, WONT STOP, NO!
  DEFENSE, WONT STOP, NO!
  Yeah we braggin, and hitting and taggin
  On Madden 2004, YEAH!
  Madden 04, 
  Its grime time, lets go 
  Bringin the pain, Im laying the wood
  Quarterback status, Im throwing it good
  Madden 04, 
  Its grime time, lets go 
  Runnin and gunnin, and stuffin the hole
  Nothin is realer than 2004!
  Nu-nu, that
  Nu-nu
  Nu-nu, for you-you
  Nu-nu, for you-you
  That, nu-nu
  That, nu-nu
  Nu-nu, for you-you
  Nu-nu, for you-you
  That, nu-nu
  That, nu-nu
  Nu-nu, for you-you
  Nu-nu, for you-you
  That, nu-nu
  That, nu-nu
  Nu-nu, for you-you
  Nu-nu, for you-you