Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anadrol , by - Madchild. Release date: 07.05.2020
Song language: English
Anadrol |
| I hope you’re not too damaged from my absence |
| 86 percent, still an A |
| Brain cells open up |
| Shame sounds dope enough |
| Then I crack my head, milk |
| Spill out of my coconut |
| Very murky process for a scary circus monster |
| Smokin' Turkish hash and Birkenstocks |
| Let me know when the hurting stops (Uh oh, okay) |
| My posse was on Broadway |
| Front and center, crazy |
| One-percenters es compadres |
| Crush your fuckin' skull like a cantaloupe with a cannonball |
| Man, I’m bananas, an animal when I’m on Anadrol |
| Cocky little elf’s back, stocky little Hell cat |
| Rocky hear the bell tap, snappin' like a belt strap |
| Allocated paws, alligator jaws salivating |
| I’ll locate a cause, validate a gladiator dog |
| Four star general, warped war criminal |
| Wait until the boring storm starts, blow it shark week |
| Eat some pussy if it’s pure, and lately I like gardening |
| But I ain’t in a rush to put a baby in a car seat |
| Maniacal fire god, I am required to set it off |
| Had to go back to my training like Rocky was getting soft |
| Life is much better when we were all watching Sopranos |
| Now, when I like I am Lucky Luciano |
| Stupid, drooping, I’m dopey |
| It’s kooky, the spookiest hooligan |
| It’s nucleus nuclear |
| Fucking these rappers, no lubricant |
| Half vampire, half lightning, I’m a hybrid |
| Skull is full of vicious, violent voices but they’re vibrant |
| Wonderful underworld |
| Hundred girls in just a hundred days |
| That was back then but now every month I make 200K |
| Andale andale, arriba |
| Doctor prescribed me placebo |
| But I am rushing, |
| Match out the old drum and diva |
| Found the streets on my own |
| Turbulent suburbian |
| Mental disturbances, ready for war like a Serbian |
| , I’m more of a moral immortal |
| Orally, Toro, no sorrow |
| My sword thorough, I’ll send a floral wreath |
| Madchild’s done plenty of things |
| I’m the inventor and king |
| Back in the center of things |
| No need to enter a ring |
| They were just filling a void |
| I’m back to «Kill and destroy» |
| Not taking pills anymore |
| Don’t want me feeling annoyed |
| Rusty razor blade, no dirty cocaine in my restroom |
| I don’t leave death threats, I leave fresh flesh wounds |
| Catching what I’m saying, right fielder, a knife wielder |
| My life feels like I’ve just killed the lights in a nice building |
| An active imagination |
| I’m back with an aggregation |
| I snap with a lack of patience |
| On track, sick, I’m slashing lately |
| Now that I’m back to basics, wait |
| Let’s radio activate |
| I snap on 'em, happily graphically grapple, decapitate |
| Surface, I’m a circus freak that works a beat so perfectly |
| But inside there’s a serpent that’s slurping his tongue and hurting me |
| Controversial monster that’s haunted by Devil’s taunting me |
| Conscious beast that goes bonkers to lower their levels constantly |
| Bipolar and brainwash myself that I’m now pathetic |
| If I don’t stay committed, I’ma end up being committed |
| In the loony bin, the rude moody ghoul, I’m back in school again |
| The stamina, Canada’s most hated white boy and hooligan |
| Ugly motherfucker, tough little bastard, it’s beautiful |
| Broken knuckles, blood on my hands, dirt in my cuticles |
| My life is like a movie, talk shit, you sit in a cubicle |
| Unusual musical, mind uncommon, Ramen noodle pole |
| I’ll paint a masterpiece, you doodle, stick a Pit on a Labradoodle |
| Stick my fangs in your Adam’s apple then eat you like apple strudel |
| Poof, my anxiety’s through the roof |
| Gettin' better instead of older, I’m dying to be the proof |