Fuck Madchild - Madchild

These rappers talk like felons but they’re all fake villains

Madchild about to erupt like Mount St. Helens

I don’t give a fuck if I hurt your feelings

Get your helmet cracked, I’m a silverback gorilla

Yeah, this is quantum physics

Little monster will stomp on you daunted midgets

I’ve lived a life full of wrong decisions

I got condoms for conjugal visits

Blond haired midgets, monsters, mongrels and wizards

This is on-going, I’m throwing bombs in a blizzard

This is calculated long division

I got a strong condition, my funds are insufficient

It was a really fucking long intermission

Now I’m going all out and I ain’t asking for permission

While I gather up my arsenal you couldn’t wrap a parcel

You’re a harsh-farce marshmallow with a arsehole

I don’t wear bar clothes, I’m not getting a barcode

Tatted on my arm bro, you couldn’t hit a barn door

My aim’s perfect, it ain’t worth it

Perfectly wired circuitry, hurt you like I’m Hercules

Then paint my face cause inside I’m a dark circus freak

Lurking through the forest with a black axe handle

Wax candles, dropping acid, drinking Jack Daniels

A masked vandal, I’m a victim of a bad scandal

The Mad’s Rambo, commando in a black Lambo

Used to gamble back when my head was scrambled

Now I’m Foghorn Leghorn eating a ham bone

Playing in a jamboree with a tambourine eating a tangerine

A backpack with a change of clothes and couple cans of beans

Wait, I sounded like Yelawolf there, I wonder if he’d care

He seems like a pretty good guy, he probably won’t mind

So back to being Madchild, opposite of fragile

People think I ought to rad style, fuckk Madchild