Balboa - Madchild

I’m still lucky like a four leaf clover

Still lucky that my life ain’t over

Started out with the white Range Rover

‘Cause my friend crashed my Mustang Cobra

I thought he’d hit me back with something even colder

Four years past, I guess that day’s over

I got a new whip, giving it some gas

‘Cause at this point, no point living in the past

And I don’t give a fuck what these people think

‘Cause a chain’s only as strong as the weakest link

And my mouth’s a chainsaw, I’m still winning

Still bringing, with shining iron, teeth spinning

I’m a marine wearing jungle green

I brought a submachine gun into a submarine

Witches vocalising.

Warcraft immobilizing

Still a short and sort of vulgar ogre, known for pulverizing

I know it cuts like a knife

Cuts like a knife

I know it cuts like a knife

I know it cuts like a knife

I know it cuts like a knife

I am skeleton and golden spleen

Still healing fast like I’m Wolverine

Fangs of a Doberman, claws are adamantium

Shining like the silverware you’ll find inside a pantry

Have a temper tantrum and I’ll slide into your pancreas

You shouldn’t tamper with the champion at trampling

I’m Hannibal, I’ll make my escape inside an ambulance

From peeling all the skin off your face like you’re a mandarin

Orange with a bunch more oranges in a box for storage

Behind my forehead there’s a lot more awful thoughts that’s horrid

My head’s been in the game so long, my ears got melancholy

Tougher than a rugby playing wrestler that’s a felon brawling

Yo, I pack a walloping big punch

I’m a killer whale, you’re a scallop salad from lunch

This North Van local, will dwarf your vocals

This forceful corporal provokes all chokeholds

I know it cuts like a knife, huh

Nah, I know it cuts like a, eh

Guess who’s back phenomenally

Yip Man, Bruce Lee and Muhammad Ali

Yeah, the common artist here to kill predominantly

You could put all of the money in your wallet on me

And life is not a smooth ride even if you’re mobile

Globally a snowmobile through moguls

Soul is empty with just hollow dreams

So I’ll keep fighting ‘till I’m dead like Apollo Creed

Little Rocky’s back, I survive all battles

Crushing while I’m rushing like I’m Ivan Drago

Rap a mile a minute while your idol babbles

Places that you’ve dreamed of, I just traveled

Yo, you’re sounding like my granny rap

Rapping like a tranny doing xanies with a fanny pack

While I’m snapping in my habitat

Make you sound like you were fucking handicapped

Cuts like a knife, huh