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Yo, I changed my habitat to palm trees from tabernac
Now Iâm pullin' playboy bunnies just like a rabbit trap
White boy, looking like an angry tatted cabbage patch
That flies economy, but Lolaâs got a Gucci travelbag!
Lone ranger, back on the saddle with satin saddlebags
And two chrome platinum battleaxe's that cattle brand
I donât battlerap as I shadowcast
Attack a pack of cackling jackals to watch them scatter fast!
I got a new girl, who knows how long thatâll last?
Wants me to tie her up, but said I have to put the paddle back
Master of the universe, He-man, Iâm back on battlecat
Madâll rap - circles around these rappers, hold your bladder back!
I sabotage and camouflage and cause an avalanche
So call an ambulance, while this track keep playin a mandolin
Scrambling these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!
Iâm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision while youâre miserably vague
I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me like Iâm a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister
Eleven on the richter, sick-o, Iâm a triple twister
What comes around, goes around Ill close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
Okay, remain sober, insane cobra, the evil green dragon
Painâs over, white range rover, to silver G wagon
I watch for new popular acts like I got binoculars
Cause one day, my shit is gonna end like the apocalypse!
But âtil then, rapper fuck around heâs getting stamped out
Devil ainât just knocking on my door, heâs fucking camped out!
Would someone please tell Lucifer Iâm back to being a recluse again?
Every night I pray to God with Jesus on the crucifix!
And I donât want no problems, but the little Goblinâs gone legit
No disrespect, but following your path, my life has gone to shit!
And even though Iâm dope as barrels full of coke and heroine
Iâm happy being clean and flying straighter than an arrow is!
The devilâs laughing, while these rappers buy his hollow dreams
Me? Iâm down with juggalos, paint our faces like Halloween!
Cellar dweller, you're Helen Keller, I am Skeletor
My juggernaut gone in 60 seconds like an Eleanor!
Iâm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision while youâre miserably vague
I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me like Iâm a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister
Eleven on the richtor, sick-o, Iâm a triple twister
What comes around, goes around Ill close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
Ayo Iâm doper than a barrel in a boat
Full of heroin and coke
Still Iâm straighter than an arrow in a bow!
My styleâs beautiful like Marilyn Monroe
But Iâm more like Charlie Manson, when Iâm tearin out your throat!
Once you get a buzz, if you lose it, itâs hard to get it back
So Iâm working seven days a week while tryin to keep my head intact
So many rappers now, donât matter if youâre twice as dope
Tryna' ride a rusty bicycle back up an icy slope!
But due to due diligence the new villain of dooms not through killing it
Dude, Iâm too militant
When I get in the zone, Iâm an abstract evil poet
And Iâm still yet to have my time, I think the people know it!
Iâm in the Barker Lounge coming up with a darker sound
Hellhounds, and demons in my head, my dogs are barking now!
Itâs fun to beast but gotta leave the ego out of it
Hit the kids with love, cause thatâll beat the evil out of'em
Backpack rapper, I am underground, itâs pretty basic
Just get a pad and pen and smokes and find a dirty basement
Little devil, I rap for angels with dirty faces
They come from hurting places, feel it when Iâm blurting statements!
Iâm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision while youâre miserably vague
I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me like Iâm a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister
Eleven on the richtor, sick-o, Iâm a triple twister
What comes around, goes around Ill close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
- Album:
- Silver Tongue Devil
- Children’s Madness
- Switched On
- Lawn Mower Man
- Dope Sick
- Underlord
- Silver Tongue Devil (with Bonus Tracks)
- Devils And Angels
- Little Monster
- Little Monsters
- Action Recon vs. Suburban Noize Records
- Dope Sick (Bonus Track Version)
- Little Monster - EP
- Banned From America EP
- King of Pain
- The Mad Child EP
- Banned from America
- King of Pain EP
- Madchild Banned from America - EP
- Madchild Banned in America EP