Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cyphin, artist - Madchild. Album song Little Monster, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.01.2012
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Cyphin |
| I still split atoms and neutrons |
| Killing every rapper from LA to the Yukon |
| We used to pass Grey Poupon |
| Now I’m clipping coupons with an old touque on |
| Demi-god got doing debit fraud |
| Flat broke rap star no credit card |
| Yeah my head is hard, call me Mr. Thing |
| We rap fast, slow it down |
| So you don’t miss a thing |
| I don’t miss a thing |
| I’m a vicious king |
| Not havin' any cash when it’s christmas stings |
| And I am intergalactic |
| Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle doing back flips |
| (Let ‘em have it) |
| Raw denim and some new balance |
| Hit you like pow! |
| Right to the moon Alice! |
| I ain’t got no money, but I’m on one |
| Wombat, I’m a swamp rat drinking pond scum |
| I’m growing crops on my farmland |
| Kill a fucking nazi with a swatstika armband |
| Life’s a popularity contest |
| Madchild’s back one of the scariest monsters |
| I fucked this girl, she was barely unconscious |
| But now she wanna marry me, so therapy’s nonsense |
| Yeah I’m back, I’m a powerhouse |
| You a little hot dog, full of sauerkraut |
| Madchild I’m a fuckin' Grizzly |
| You won’t make it rain dog, it’s barely drizzling |
| Think you’re shit’s hot? |
| Mine is fucking sizzling |
| Yeah I’m fly, I’m a fucking frisbee |
| Your fault they are not listening |
| You on some Mickey Mouse shit |
| Walt Disney |
| And you rap for the wrong reasons |
| But my wheels keeping spinning |
| All season |
| Hey look |
| Yeah I know |
| I was living wrong, but I know how to make it right |
| Yelling I’m on fire when I’m naked, Talladega Nights |
| Yeah Madchild’s back, you better say goodnight |
| Bust a sharp left, when I break right |
| I ain’t stopping, I am running every red light |
| Make you stop like a deer caught in my headlights |
| Scratching your head like you got headlice |
| Thinking how the fuck did he come back? |
| He’s been dead twice |
| Madchild, I’m running wild like a loose cannon |
| Daydream racing Drake in a new phantom |
| I’m coming through in a race |
| I’m a beast because I rap until I’m blue in the face |
| Get It I’m a beast until I’m blue the face |
| Get it cracking like a bat with an aluminum base |
| Misguided angel, I’m a demon killer |
| Bad man in the mirror, I’m a fucking thriller |
| (Which means you better fucking beat it man) |
| Hey |
| Madchild spit razor sharp, like an x-acto blade |
| The pterodactyl, I’m a Jackyl with these accolades |
| Hanging like a macrame |
| Crack rock hit the jackpot, smoke a pack a day |
| I’m tinfoil in your microwave |
| Roll up on a BMX, shoot you in the face and ride my bike away |
| Work of art Leonardo Da Vinci |
| Never wander I will turn a fucking bully to mincemeat |
| I rap retardedly I’m hardly a mystery |
| In a cardigan, I’m mass marauder from Disney (Wow) |
| It’s like water and listerine |
| Now that my piss clean people are listening |
| That’s it, wow |
| Oh Boy |
| The kid’s back! |
| The Pepsi-Cola kid’s back! |
| The silver surfer is back! |
| I’m from the wild west motherfucker! |