Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Count Down , by - Madchild. Release date: 21.05.2017
Song language: English
Count Down |
| Darkness in the cave |
| Rubble and debris |
| In the mud full of blood |
| Don’t want trouble here with me |
| Ride like the wind, no remorse, horse and skeleton |
| I’m Scarface sitting in a tub, «fly pelican» |
| Far from delicate. |
| Spit angelic elegance |
| Fire in my eyes and I am heavy like an elephant |
| I don’t do this shit just for the hell of it |
| I do this shit so I can make these other fucking rappers feel irrelevant |
| I’m trying to tell you, I’ve got one ferocious appetite |
| My moods, they constantly change just like a traffic light |
| Killer is methodical. |
| Poetry is peculiar |
| Sharpen up my tool 'cause I’m a ghoul in your schoolyard |
| Aye |
| I’m casting light into darkness |
| Write with the harshness, take flight like a martian |
| Hail the barbarian, he strikes again! |
| Showing all of you the difference between mice and men |
| Aye |
| Familiarize yourself with sounds of death and strangulation |
| That’s the closest way you’ll get to Mad’s imagination |
| Mad’s an angry infant. |
| Mad’s a mental patient |
| You don’t want to see me going accidentally apeshit |
| Check my Mercedes, also turns into a spaceship |
| Girls I fuck are half my age and I don’t need a facelift |
| Star-spangled mangler. |
| Devil with bedazzler |
| Dukes of Hazzard spazzing out while listening to Nazareth |
| Totally insane. |
| Totally insane |
| You should see the thoughts that are exploding in my brain |
| My blood is full of poison, it’s corroding out my veins |
| This life is ride or die, I tightly hold onto the reins |
| It’s cold and I’m in pain |
| I feel like no one understands me |
| I know they try to but I’m crazy and I’m always angry |
| I try to keep it to my chest, but I’m about to burst |
| I’ve had the greatest fucking life and also had the worst |
| Aye |
| I’m casting light into darkness |
| Write with the harshness, take flight like a martian |
| Hail the barbarian, he strikes again! |
| I’m showing all of you the difference between mice and men |
| Aye |
| Fly like I’m American Airlines |
| Short, broken teeth and got a terrible hairline |
| I’m a bit demented, paranoid and schizophrenic |
| I’m the bent lieutenant |
| General of BAX, but in a mental clinic |
| Eventually I’m mentally insane, got no doubt of that |
| And got voices in my head, but now I’m shouting back |
| Saying shut the fuck up! |
| Please be kind |
| Just for once in my life, can I have peace of mind? |
| I am hot. |
| I’m known for spitting blistering verses |
| Fuck with me and end up on a list of missing persons |
| I spit hellfire. |
| I am just a vicious serpent |
| My painting’s picture perfect. |
| Listen to my twisted chirping |
| Madchild is the shit |
| Be the next to buy him lunch |
| Because he spits it like he’s trying crazy death-defying stunts |
| Traumatizing, homicidal, kamikaze pilot |
| Atomic violence, we have a calming pause in silence |
| Aye |
| I’m casting light into darkness |
| Write with the harshness, take flight like a martian |
| Hail the barbarian, he strikes again! |
| Showing all of you the difference between mice and men |
| Aye |
| That’s what the fuck’s up |
| Madchild’s back |
| Don’t trip |
| You’re not on vacation, bitch |
| Keep grinding |
| Keep working |
| Go! |