Animal Fight - Madchild

I’m an underground hip hop tycoon

You’re a kite dancing in the wind, I’m a typhoon

This isn’t a miserable prison, this is my room

Mad’s a cowboy having a showdown a high noon

Who wants to step, I welcome you to the test

Only marketing isn’t shit, but I’m arguably the best

When I’m not on drugs and I’m obviously not on meds

I’m a pirate, I’ll steal your gold in mahogany wooden chest

And I’m back to fucking groupies, massagin' me on my bed

I don’t answer the phone at night 'cause I’m probably getting head

I’m a hobbling goblin gobbling rappers that think they’re problems here

Said I’m a goblin bitch, but down for robbing your shit

Haters and doubters have probably thought I’m dead

Got you stuck on stupid, a wobbling bobblehead

You think you’re funny you dummy I’m making money bitch

Talking shit in the rain, out here it’s fucking sunny bitch

And on this harbor, no harboring, no resentment

But on that harbor I marvel it all to tension

And people think that I’m walking 'round with my henchmen

While scheming and plotting vengeance

That’s not even my intentions

My psycho analysis from psycho analysts

I’m psycho and a risk, iPhone’s camera click

I video my show with the lights on in a dark room

Light six hundred candles lit, in case I go ham and shit

They hope to catch me having a meltdown again

Like, my skull’s a microwave and my brain’s a banana split

But I can handle it, hold the mic with a hammer grip

Got rid of all the bad companionship’s

Now they’re like Manny rips

Animal Fight

Animal Fight

Yo, I’m running this division again, it’s mine, I ran it

I’ve gave some people a chance, but shit, I’ve had it

I’m holding on to bars and I can see their eyes panic

Hit with every sentence so hard, it’s like time added

The sharpest knife in the drawer when I grind at it

I’m adding, climatic line pattern, rhyme addict

Vicious on the streets and I still got some enforcers

And my listeners, they know my psychological tortures

Yo, I’m climbing from the bottom still

Black Chanel Balaclava, diamond bottom grill

Two missions completed, got one mission left

Spit with every vicious breath, it’s the kiss of death

Your shit is leaking, wouldn’t want to be in your boat

Back here to turn all of these animals into fur coats

So get the fuck out of my way homie, vámonos

Knocking over everyone at once, line of dominoes

Madchild, I am colder than the winter games

Little Rocky playing hockey in Versace vintage frames

Did some dumb shit that got some Warriors nervous

Back to murdering, I’m burden with a glorious purpose

Stand 5 foot 7 but I still hear some rambling

If I’m a dwarf, I’m worth money like a 4 foot companion

A champion that can’t be in that state of mind for too long

The blue’s gone, the true strong survived.

Time to move on