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
Shit, harsh like morning breath
Caught a coroner, use a foreigner, got em bored to death
The left bracket of the west, aw yes, would they put a ratchet to your chests
A bunch of squares like checkers, Check mate
Create like Steve Jobs, Take like Bill Gates
You Mawfuckas is late, like a hour CPT, and all you niggas is whiter than me
I rap like I write in calligraphy. Colorful shit. Paint pictures like this
Lounging in the pent house with the You all so gullible, back the Huxtables, shit, jello puddin' pop in the mix
Temple university sweaters, Man fuck Madchild, I need a thousand the better just to write letters
White up the scene, bloody redder then poinsettia
Ten steps ahead of ya, Shoot the messenger
