These rappers talk like felons but they’re all fake villains Madchild about to erupt like Mount St. Helens I don’t give a fuck if I hurt your feelings Get your helmet cracked, I’m a silverback gorilla Yeah, this is quantum physics Little monster will stomp on you daunted midgets I’ve lived a life full of wrong decisions I got condoms for conjugal visits
Blond haired midgets, monsters, mongrels and wizards This is on-going, I’m throwing bombs in a blizzard This is calculated long division I got a strong condition, my funds are insufficient It was a really fucking long intermission Now I’m going all out and I ain’t asking for permission While I gather up my arsenal you couldn’t wrap a parcel You’re a harsh-farce marshmallow with a arsehole I don’t wear bar clothes, I’m not getting a barcode Tatted on my arm bro, you couldn’t hit a barn door My aim’s perfect, it ain’t worth it Perfectly wired circuitry, hurt you like I’m Hercules Then paint my face cause inside I’m a dark circus freak Lurking through the forest with a black axe handle Wax candles, dropping acid, drinking Jack Daniels A masked vandal, I’m a victim of a bad scandal
The Mad’s Rambo, commando in a black Lambo Used to gamble back when my head was scrambled Now I’m Foghorn Leghorn eating a ham bone Playing in a jamboree with a tambourine eating a tangerine A backpack with a change of clothes and couple cans of beans Wait, I sounded like Yelawolf there, I wonder if he’d care He seems like a pretty good guy, he probably won’t mind So back to being Madchild, opposite of fragile People think I ought to rad style, fuckk MadchildTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
