Drugs In My Pocket - Madchild

Cigarettes and red bull

I am the provider with the spider and the viking, and on the typerwriter I am

divider of the titans

Faster than a motorbike and brighter than a bolt of lightning tight is when I

hold the mic explode and show the world excitement

Totally enlightened and walking on a different path when I hit a burst it’s

like a fucking car collision crash

The rate of rebuilding my life, it isn’t fast (nah) I don’t care how rich I get,

im never flying business class

Put me in economy, I dont care who you bunch of stars like it’s astronomy and I

am an anomaly

The type of verses that I spit could be a real problem, ill goblin climbing up

the hill hoblin still squablin unidentified flying object

They wondering whats inside my closet, little green martians and sci fi

projects a big furry monsters with eyes like targets

Carcas with a parka wearing a motorcycle helmet, help me im a phsyco with a

knife and mental illness

Give me a gun I am troublesome, cause im quick to pop a rapper like hes bubble

gum

I got drugs in my pocket and I dont know what to do with them

I got drugs in my pocket and I dont know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket

He put drugs in my pocket, man, I thought that I was through with them

Yeah, drugs in my pocket

I got drugs in my pocket and I dont know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket drugs in my pocket

Got a red, under my bed, there’s a little yellow man in my head

I’m a bi-polar polar bear, sipping up a polar fleece drinking polar ice and

pepsi cola on a coral reef

Every lyric that I spit is an oral feet, elbow on my knees head in hands

thinking po-ro me

I keep a strap tucked, at least a sharp blade, cause kids be playing more games

than an arcade

And I am not afraid I will shoot you dead, there’s more snakes in this club

than medusas head

I’m still underground, call me tomb raider while I rap with iron jaws like moon

raker

You keep lyin while you tell the kids your cool fables, i’ll chop your fucking

head off and leave it on the pool table

I’m not too stable, I am off my rocker, i’ll lift you while making noises like

I was chubacca

I’m fucking dope, like I could cook tha rock up, he’s a moonlocka and im down

to knock his fuckin block off

So thank you mr ron cavano my friends in jail for more keys than a grand piano

When I say im hot that means that im too hot to handle, if I will make it a rap

to willy nelson I can rock a banjo

I got drugs in my pocket and I dont know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, I got drugs in my pocket

He put drugs in my pocket, man, I thought that I was through with them

Yeah, drugs in my pocket

I got drugs in my pocket and I dont know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket drugs in my pocket

I got a 38 special in the pocket of my hoodie, while I shake my pill bottle see

if I still got some goodies

Give me a gun I am troublesome, quick to pop a rapper like hes bubble gum

I swear i’ll stab him with a sharpened led pencil, cause rappers they got great

big heads like fred flinstone

Im michael myers with a pair of pliars, first i’ll eat your eyes and then i’ll

set your hair on fire

Now call me jason with a hockey mask, midlife crisis and im still a little

cocky brat

Ayy im tired of all these copy cats

I need some help, i’ve never felt this fucked, cause I had everything and then

I had to self destruct

Now i’ve got nothin, but I swear that I am not complainin, singin out from

canada, van city where it’s always raining