Its Mad Child the super ill villain The Canadian werewolf if not getting into america right now But Ill be back Battle axe warriors hold that shit down for me [Verse 1] Bounty hunter like Boba Fett Inspector Gadget with the gogo jet People look at me saying, Boy that man bad Warrior like Braveheart, Troy, and Mad Max Striker with the battle axe, mic I can shatter that Glad I got my shadow back riding in the Cadillac Coupe de Ville chilling. Super ill villain Wont let me in the States but my groups still killing You dont really want to try to hurt my feelings Thats when your blood could squirt to the ceiling Rob Vike chilling, Prevone chilling What more can I say? Im still in Even though Im not there still top billing IceT got away with songs about cop killing I was being good, thats what I call raw dealings Aw fuck it, I dont even care Imma leave it there Im lucky to be even fucking breathing air [Hook] Hey Mad Child, crawl into a corner and die I cant do that, I still must try This is all Im put on this earth for All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war Cops still treat me like I am in a gang But how could I be? I dont do anything All I do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out Praying everything is gonna work out [Verse 2] Hey to make it in this game is like winning the jackpot These days you dont need a label, just a laptop Rapping has failed and turned into a crackpot So I suggest a second job if you a havenot Anything, selling drugs, pouring blacktop You cant eat off Facebook getting mad props Old and broke, that shitll leave you in a bad spot Shooting videos with grandmas kitchen as the backdrop Okay, I know my time is coming, feel like Im gonna blast off Cause I got nothing left to lose, I rap my ass off I listen to these rappers, mad soft Cause everybody sound the same, flash mob See I can do that too but it wont last dog So I said fuck it and choose to do exact opp So how Im gonna turn this shit into a cash crop? Shit, Imma keep on spitting till the last drop [Hook] Hey Mad Child, crawl into a corner and die I cant do that, I still must try This is all Im put on this earth for All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war Cops still treat me like I am in a gang How could I be? I dont do anything All I do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out Praying everything is gonna work out
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