Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Double Tap, artist - Madchild. Album song The Darkest Hour, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.07.2017
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Double Tap |
| A$ton Matthews |
| I’m not Henry Bahmer |
| Switchblade from Jeffery Dahmer |
| Playing swimming pools as I dive in Rhianna |
| Get to the chopper. |
| Hundred round blocker |
| Singing like the Phantom of Opera |
| That fat bitch getting off? |
| Sick speed at the kickoff |
| Maserati, karate chop their tits off |
| These bitches know a nigga merry bitch off |
| Open up her mouth to have a place to rinse my dick off |
| We young and we brazy |
| I’d jump the gun in your lady so I could punch on the baby |
| Face first into the xylophone |
| Double up on Styrofoam |
| Except the much of this gravy, pussy |
| So fuck you, suck a dick, pay me |
| I bring the ruckus. |
| These raindrops don’t need a bucket |
| The smitten is flooded, put your fucking limbs on the budget |
| Young Flex, Pac Teyo can suck it |
| Fuck it |
| Madchild |
| Yo |
| I’m retardedly clever |
| Work harder than ever |
| Thousand dollar cardigan sweaters |
| Modern furniture, collecting art |
| Clothes custom Japanese |
| Doing shows to get the dough |
| Kids jump like it’s a trampoline |
| Zombie killer, ruled one, always doubled back |
| Never one shot to the head, always a double tap |
| Wrapping like I’m bubble wrap |
| A neighborhood in double taps |
| Troubled cat. |
| Now I’m chopping like I’m a lumberjack |
| I’m the bomb yelling Allahu Akbar |
| Underground rapper getting pussy like a popstar |
| I’m trying to pro up ‘till I’m tow up and obnoxious |
| Louis Vuitton box full of Rolex watches |
| I’m not a kid, I saw Jaws and fucking Star Wars |
| Now I’m 'bout to cop a new Ferrari for my carport |
| Making money’s easy, the hard part’s saving |
| That’s why I stay off HypeBeast, or I’d go crazy |
| From opening at shows, now I’m doing double encores |
| Skating through life like I’m in Venice on a longboard |
| Crazy days are over, I was mainly a rebel |
| Now I rip it up in every town like the Tasmanian Devil |
| Fashawn |
| Uh |
| Set it off |
| Feel like I done said it all |
| Except for my repertoire’s deep as a reservoir |
| Uh |
| Wack a nigga in the head like a tetherball |
| From poet to predator |
| Unloading these metaphors |
| The pharoahe explode I’ma double barrel |
| Drag queens claiming they’re kings, sing ‘em a carol |
| With this chopper, there’s no hiding in my jeans |
| I copped it out in Oakland they go «Yadadadamean» |
| Plotting on this cream. |
| I need it |
| I got it if it’s green |
| I’m obviously cocky ‘cause I’m clean |
| California kid claim they spotted him in Queens |
| Like Nasir in the scene, snatching dollars from a fiend |
| Mass Appeal is the mafia, the regime |
| Still accumulating cream off kush, codeine |
| Proceed to smoke weed |
| I’m 35-point O’s for cheap |
| Young boy, I’m low key |
| Bumpin C-Bo drinking Olde E |
| Feeling like the old me |
| Gold bottle match the gold link |
| Sake so hard in the grill, knock off the goatee |
| Your gold teeth, for thinking Po sweet |
| (Sample from Madchild’s interview with Darren Rose) |