Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blitzkrieg , by - Madchild. Song from the album Switched On, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.09.2014
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Blitzkrieg |
| Still truth, inner sin |
| While I push psycho, droop in hallucinogens |
| Venom in my verse, poison concoction |
| Mad spray obnoxious panic induced toxins |
| Usual delusional wordplay of the sick freak |
| And I ain’t had sex with a porn star in six weeks |
| Been trying to hear your new song, your shit’s weak |
| I’m short, fast, powerful attack — I’m a blitzkrieg |
| Three headed dragon with wings, I breathe fireballs |
| Black scales, platinum tongue, and gold eyeballs |
| I’m the next executioner like Lex Luthor |
| Dedicated my heart to the groupies, cause sex super |
| Still full of piss and vinegar |
| City full of 99 balloons, I’m the Hindenburg |
| You don’t want to see me spazz out fool |
| I distort and control like I’m Ra’s al Ghul |
| Adopted the darkness, chop with the sharpness |
| Keep your complaints, that is not my department |
| Yo |
| No such thing as a nice vulture |
| Lyrically a blowtorch to your ice sculpture |
| I’m more morbid than a mortician |
| Plus more efficient |
| Catching rappers like I’m sport fishing |
| Lord bishop, abort mission |
| Record foreign vicious |
| Horde visions like a worn prison |
| Record mode — do it with a wonderful wardrobe |
| Old warlord spitting swords for poor folks |
| Watch the shit hit the fan when I shitcan these lame fucks |
| Battle meter’s getting off dope, dog the pain sucks |
| Feel very sorry for 'em |
| Spit hallucinogenics weaponized in aerosol form |
| An electrifying bunch |
| Rectifying while I’m doing death defying stunts |
| I don’t care what you say, you can go to hell |
| Bored as hell, back’s so tight it’s like a tortoise shell |
| BAX WAR bitch |
| Rob the Viking |