Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 50 Seven, artist - Madchild. Album song Silver Tongue Devil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.07.2015
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
50 Seven |
| I don’t give a fuck — these rappers, they are hella plain |
| Wrap my lyrics around their heads like fuckin' cellophane |
| Half these rappers are bitch made, they hella fake |
| Gay pride weekend is their time to celebrate |
| I got money in my pocket but I’m pretty frugal |
| I’m your worst fucking nightmare, I’m Freddy Kruger |
| Totally in tune with treachery, my secret recipe |
| An evil leprechaun that carries lethal weaponry |
| Little Monster spitting crazy, your uncommon fluid |
| I’m a little bit explosive like I’m bombing fluid |
| Atomic music, strong, abusive, I’m a blond reclusive |
| My mind is totally gone, little King Kong, I’m gruesome |
| I got a killer flow, I’m fierce and I am militant |
| That means the kids ain’t fuckin' lying when I’m killin' shit |
| Used to be a little fuckin' party crasher |
| But now it’s the invasion of the body snatchers |
| I jump off stage, they gon' probably catch me |
| In the mosh pit, I’m awfully obnoxious, batshit |
| Get stabbed with a chopstick |
| Demented goblin with mental problems |
| My heads revolving |
| Madchild, you were fuckin' with the wrong guy |
| He’ll banzai and do a fuckin' swan dive |
| I’m Madchild, on the mic I squash kids |
| I’m apeshit, jump into a booth and break shit |
| Little bad wolf drooling in a blue bonnet |
| Mentally I’m fucking plagued like the bubonic |
| Ain’t nobody fucking with me cause I’m too on it |
| Iron packer, guerrilla fighter, and data pirate |
| My songs are sad and violent, that’s why I got mad admirers |
| I’m like a fucking tank destroyer, I’m an evil infant |
| My family love me but these other people keep their distance |
| Please believe it, I’m an evil egomaniac |
| Kids, they hear these crazy raps |
| And jump for joy like Shady’s back |
| I could’ve made it but I lost to fucking > ?? |
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| A sneaky fuck like I was Marky Mark in Contraband |
| These words exploding in my mouth like fucking pop rocks |
| Feel like I’m racing Father Time holding a stop watch |
| Things are slowly heating up like in a crock-pot |
| Top notch, you don’t like it? |
| Suck a dick with crotch rot |
| Yo, my voice is poisonous, my lyrics are the lethal-est |
| Captain of the ship and I am fly like the Prometheus |
| Half man, half immortal, call me Theseus |
| Demigod to all these creepy people, I’m the freakiest |
| I’m filled with venom and my face look like a bulldog |
| Smoking since I’m twelve, sounding like a baby bullfrog |
| And when it comes to spitting bars, I’m a lifer, the Pied Piper |
| B-Rabbit, no Mekhi Phifer |
| Nobody fuck with me you celibate fucks |
| You could suck a donkey’s dick and lick an elephant’s cunt |
| I’m a hell of irrelevant, wrath star, a black heart |
| Nascar, I’m a fast car, the track star |
| I’ve got the sickness, voices talking in my head |
| Wouldn’t mind but hear 'em talking and I think they want me dead |
| They’re plotting to assassinate the emperor with a temper |
| I’m trying to find some balance in my life and find my center |
| Listening to your asses like I’m suffering, huffing chlorophyll |
| Morally I’m shallow, orally — welcome to horrorville |
| The devil’s reject, I’ll paint a lousy portrait |
| Then move into a haunted house filled with a thousand corpes |
| I sit in dark corners laughing at myself |
| I’m a one way, third class passenger to hell |
| And I have caused catastrophes, I’m casting up a spell |
| I’m a bastard, mentally a disaster, you could tell |