Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Animal Fight , by - Madchild. Release date: 16.04.2017
Song language: English
Animal Fight |
| I’m an underground hip hop tycoon |
| You’re a kite dancing in the wind, I’m a typhoon |
| This isn’t a miserable prison, this is my room |
| Mad’s a cowboy having a showdown a high noon |
| Who wants to step, I welcome you to the test |
| Only marketing isn’t shit, but I’m arguably the best |
| When I’m not on drugs and I’m obviously not on meds |
| I’m a pirate, I’ll steal your gold in mahogany wooden chest |
| And I’m back to fucking groupies, massagin' me on my bed |
| I don’t answer the phone at night 'cause I’m probably getting head |
| I’m a hobbling goblin gobbling rappers that think they’re problems here |
| Said I’m a goblin bitch, but down for robbing your shit |
| Haters and doubters have probably thought I’m dead |
| Got you stuck on stupid, a wobbling bobblehead |
| You think you’re funny you dummy I’m making money bitch |
| Talking shit in the rain, out here it’s fucking sunny bitch |
| And on this harbor, no harboring, no resentment |
| But on that harbor I marvel it all to tension |
| And people think that I’m walking 'round with my henchmen |
| While scheming and plotting vengeance |
| That’s not even my intentions |
| My psycho analysis from psycho analysts |
| I’m psycho and a risk, iPhone’s camera click |
| I video my show with the lights on in a dark room |
| Light six hundred candles lit, in case I go ham and shit |
| They hope to catch me having a meltdown again |
| Like, my skull’s a microwave and my brain’s a banana split |
| But I can handle it, hold the mic with a hammer grip |
| Got rid of all the bad companionship’s |
| Now they’re like Manny rips |
| Animal Fight |
| Animal Fight |
| Yo, I’m running this division again, it’s mine, I ran it |
| I’ve gave some people a chance, but shit, I’ve had it |
| I’m holding on to bars and I can see their eyes panic |
| Hit with every sentence so hard, it’s like time added |
| The sharpest knife in the drawer when I grind at it |
| I’m adding, climatic line pattern, rhyme addict |
| Vicious on the streets and I still got some enforcers |
| And my listeners, they know my psychological tortures |
| Yo, I’m climbing from the bottom still |
| Black Chanel Balaclava, diamond bottom grill |
| Two missions completed, got one mission left |
| Spit with every vicious breath, it’s the kiss of death |
| Your shit is leaking, wouldn’t want to be in your boat |
| Back here to turn all of these animals into fur coats |
| So get the fuck out of my way homie, vámonos |
| Knocking over everyone at once, line of dominoes |
| Madchild, I am colder than the winter games |
| Little Rocky playing hockey in Versace vintage frames |
| Did some dumb shit that got some Warriors nervous |
| Back to murdering, I’m burden with a glorious purpose |
| Stand 5 foot 7 but I still hear some rambling |
| If I’m a dwarf, I’m worth money like a 4 foot companion |
| A champion that can’t be in that state of mind for too long |
| The blue’s gone, the true strong survived. |
| Time to move on |