Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Balboa, artist - Madchild. Date of issue: 11.06.2017
Song language: English
Balboa |
| I’m still lucky like a four leaf clover |
| Still lucky that my life ain’t over |
| Started out with the white Range Rover |
| ‘Cause my friend crashed my Mustang Cobra |
| I thought he’d hit me back with something even colder |
| Four years past, I guess that day’s over |
| I got a new whip, giving it some gas |
| ‘Cause at this point, no point living in the past |
| And I don’t give a fuck what these people think |
| ‘Cause a chain’s only as strong as the weakest link |
| And my mouth’s a chainsaw, I’m still winning |
| Still bringing, with shining iron, teeth spinning |
| I’m a marine wearing jungle green |
| I brought a submachine gun into a submarine |
| Witches vocalising. |
| Warcraft immobilizing |
| Still a short and sort of vulgar ogre, known for pulverizing |
| I know it cuts like a knife |
| Cuts like a knife |
| I know it cuts like a knife |
| I know it cuts like a knife |
| I know it cuts like a knife |
| I am skeleton and golden spleen |
| Still healing fast like I’m Wolverine |
| Fangs of a Doberman, claws are adamantium |
| Shining like the silverware you’ll find inside a pantry |
| Have a temper tantrum and I’ll slide into your pancreas |
| You shouldn’t tamper with the champion at trampling |
| I’m Hannibal, I’ll make my escape inside an ambulance |
| From peeling all the skin off your face like you’re a mandarin |
| Orange with a bunch more oranges in a box for storage |
| Behind my forehead there’s a lot more awful thoughts that’s horrid |
| My head’s been in the game so long, my ears got melancholy |
| Tougher than a rugby playing wrestler that’s a felon brawling |
| Yo, I pack a walloping big punch |
| I’m a killer whale, you’re a scallop salad from lunch |
| This North Van local, will dwarf your vocals |
| This forceful corporal provokes all chokeholds |
| I know it cuts like a knife, huh |
| Nah, I know it cuts like a, eh |
| Guess who’s back phenomenally |
| Yip Man, Bruce Lee and Muhammad Ali |
| Yeah, the common artist here to kill predominantly |
| You could put all of the money in your wallet on me |
| And life is not a smooth ride even if you’re mobile |
| Globally a snowmobile through moguls |
| Soul is empty with just hollow dreams |
| So I’ll keep fighting ‘till I’m dead like Apollo Creed |
| Little Rocky’s back, I survive all battles |
| Crushing while I’m rushing like I’m Ivan Drago |
| Rap a mile a minute while your idol babbles |
| Places that you’ve dreamed of, I just traveled |
| Yo, you’re sounding like my granny rap |
| Rapping like a tranny doing xanies with a fanny pack |
| While I’m snapping in my habitat |
| Make you sound like you were fucking handicapped |
| Cuts like a knife, huh |