Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Belt, artist - Madchild. Album song King Of Pain EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.08.2011
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Black Belt |
| It’s all up in my head |
| Aye, aye |
| It’s all up in my head |
| It’s all up in my head |
| I’m from Canada, I’m from Canada |
| Used to be an addict now I’m cleaner than a janitor |
| Open up my mouth its rapid fire from a banana clip |
| Shoot a bunch of manikins, I’m a fucking anarchist |
| I want a Grammy, our formats the Juno |
| Americans look at us like we’re Borat or Bruno |
| I don’t bathe got cooties still get my kudos |
| Warlock from Pluto, black belt in Judo |
| I do a bunch of lines and get a red nose like Rudolf |
| Watching porno wacking off in front of my computer |
| Last eight months I’ve been straighter than a ruler |
| And my medulla oblongata is a barracuda |
| But it’s a cold world man, colder than a cooler |
| It’s cold out there man, people have gotten crueler |
| I’m tryin' to get fat rub my belly like Buddha |
| And make a million spittin' punchlines like Luda |
| I’m going crazy inside my head |
| The sun is going black and the sky’s gone red |
| Will I wake up in the morning or will I be dead |
| There is something very wrong with me |
| I’m going crazy inside my head |
| The sun is going black and the sky’s gone red |
| Will I wake up in the morning or will I be dead |
| There is something very wrong with me |
| I want it all dog, I want it all dog |
| The money that I make is mine keep your paws off |
| Under my bed I got a Glocc and it’s sawed off |
| I breathe fire, spit lightning and rap my balls off |
| Yeah, I am narcissistic |
| Plus a shark at business |
| My art is dark and twisted |
| On the roof I’m getting chased, by two cop vets |
| Trying to memorize my verse for DjBooth.net |
| And life is full of pain and death no antidote |
| Life is fucking hard, I wish this shit came with a manual |
| I guess that’s why they read the Bible, it’s Mr. Suicidal |
| You wanna live right, do the opposite that I do |
| Listen this is arson I’m a vicious martian |
| I leave you sleeping with the fishes it’s the headless horseman |
| I was a friendless orphan, that got offended often |
| Now I’m a splendid boyfriend making an endless profit |
| And where I live there ain’t nobody that is better than me |
| So I just rap in front of mirrors, my competitor’s me |
| Now I’m battling myself, battling myself |
| I will kill you they will dissect your anatomy in hell |
| Assault Battery, my batteries are recharged |
| I’ll kill your whole fucking album, with three bars |
| Yo that stupid customs officer’s a retard |
| I need to get back in the States, with the green card |
| Skin kind of oily, my blood start boiling |
| I send you across the table lying flatter than a doily |
| Lucky like a four leaf clover super Grover flying down and |
| Punching out a ruthless group of stupid ogres |
| Imagine if Jughead and Veronica |
| Were listening to Jay Electronica while Reggie rolled the chronic up |
| Always stay on my guard wishing on a falling star |
| Walking down the street look like I’m 'bout to rob an armored car |
| I keep my lid low, I keep my brow frowned |
| Looking at the gas attendant like you better bow down |
| I’m a Boondock Saint wearing tube socks a new glocc |
| And 2Pac playin |