Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mental, artist - Madchild. Album song Silver Tongue Devil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.07.2015
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Mental |
| I spit ferocious fireballs, the kids are all excited |
| I pour petroleum on your linoleum and light it |
| On a podium, I’m causing pandemonium |
| Sodium and nitrate, second greatest rapper in the white race |
| Might’ve been the spider venom, might’ve been the snake bite |
| Fuck with me and find out what a metal pipe will taste like |
| I’m explosive like a molotov cocktail |
| Lyrics get around the kids quick like fuckin' hotmail |
| Involuntarily, solitary confinement |
| I’ve no one to confide in, quiet in my environment |
| Mentally, I’m way off balance and off kilter |
| Brains, we ought to wack — that’s why I rap without a filter |
| Perverted matador, I tackle bulls and try to mount 'em |
| So many personalities, don’t bother trying to count 'em |
| My life is a crazy rollercoaster, call me Magic Mountain |
| I’m throwing boulders, they’re exploding — mouth’s a fuckin' fountain |
| I’m mental |
| That’s just the way that it goes, dog |
| Canadian but you could keep the rain and the snowballs |
| I love palm trees, sitting in the sunshine |
| Learning quick — my rhymes, they are ridiculously sublime |
| Stupid shit, but the way that I combine |
| My wordplay, smartest rapper out with a dumb mind |
| Sometimes I kind of miss the clouds and the rain |
| Cause that’s what helped me get the blues, MadChild is proudly insane |
| I went from backpack, to snapbacks, to lab rats on acid |
| Spit anthrax, the band’s back, this man’s raps are massive |
| Completely gone bananas, whipping up within bonanza |
| Short like Dan DeVito, still the boss like Tony Danza |
| Now stick your damn hands up, this here is a robbery |
| Hobblin' like a goblin and my brain is a little wobbly |
| I’m probably the height of a hobbit that’s hobnobbin' in Oz |
| With a couple wonderful wizards, I’ve got problems |
| The plot thickens, I’m stuck up in the mud again |
| Utterly disgusting when I’m muttering my foot up in your anal hole |
| It’s unexplainable cause I’m the awesomest |
| Blossom from a possum, stick my cock down your esophagus |
| Narcissist, I’m also an arsonist from an orphanage |
| Cock is way too big for my body, it’s unproportionate |
| Morph into a profitable author, Mad’s a novelist |
| Of course I’m still a mess and I’m depressed, it’s probably obvious |
| I’m fuckin' mental |
| That’s just the way that it goes, dog |
| Canadian but you could keep the rain and the snowballs |
| I love palm trees, sitting in the sunshine |
| Learning quick — my rhymes, they are ridiculously sublime |
| Stupid shit, but the way that I combine |
| My wordplay, smartest rapper out with a dumb mind |
| Sometimes I kind of miss the clouds and the rain |
| Cause that’s what helps me get the blues, MadChild is proudly insane |
| I lost my mind a long time ago |
| Hot with the rhyming though |
| Fall in line like dominos |
| Light it up, vamanos |
| My flow is all kind of dope |
| Something like a line of coke |
| Streets is cold, go and grab my heater, that’s my kind of coat |
| Rain, hell, sleet, or snow |
| Shit you never know but to each his own |
| Pops back from prison, guess the preach is on |
| Watch your tone, Battleaxe Warriors are not alone |
| Smoke a zone, to the dome |
| I can’t leave this life alone |
| Murder on this microphone |
| Living in a Cali daze |
| Get familiar, this serial killer is in his final phase |
| And my path ain’t bathe, every brick is laid |
| Fuck it, I’m paid |
| Light a j and just fade away |
| Fuck what they say, I ain’t listening |
| Son, I’m like a christening |
| Keep it rolling like Michelin |
| You don’t know shit about positions that I’ve been up in |
| Vent again, grind for the benefit |
| You want to see the end of it |