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