| Yeah
|
| I’m a battleaxe warrior man
|
| They call me the General
|
| Yeah
|
| (This ones for my Grandma)
|
| (1st Verse)
|
| Yo, yo, yo, yo
|
| My inhabitants are savages
|
| And angry little beasts
|
| So at night we sit around the fire
|
| And have a little feast
|
| I can make you an immortal
|
| Or chew you to the bone
|
| It’s up to you
|
| It’s simple
|
| No one likes to be alone
|
| Things related simple as a simulated combat
|
| My incubator cracked
|
| I came out an evil wombat
|
| Scratch that
|
| I’m an abstract lab rat
|
| That drinks anthrax
|
| Keeps a hatchet in his backpack
|
| In his hatchback
|
| Killing every Nazi with an arm band
|
| Bad guys think that I have gone bad
|
| These little youngsters are felonious
|
| I spit petroleum, shit bricks and piss Plutonium
|
| Daddy was the guru of some hippies in a commune
|
| Bust a nut and Mommy made a monster in a monsoon
|
| Carnivorous cripple from the way that I deliver raps
|
| Drink the blood of humans
|
| And dine on yucky river rats
|
| (Hook)
|
| People think I’m crazy
|
| Yeah, but that’s okay
|
| All I do is sit here writing raps all day
|
| Calling me reclusive
|
| Yeah, but I don’t mind
|
| If I don’t practice daily
|
| Than my rhymes don’t shine
|
| Haven’t had a shower in a week
|
| I’m a dirty little freak
|
| All I care about is verses that I speak
|
| And I ain’t left the house in 7 days
|
| More than just a phase
|
| My personalities have gone their separate ways
|
| (2nd Verse)
|
| Yo, I’m intense with it
|
| And insensitive
|
| These boys don’t like it
|
| But real men get it
|
| I’m absolutely schizo
|
| Grab any utensil
|
| Stab 'em in the abdomen
|
| Quite gladly with a pencil
|
| Immaculately accurate
|
| Attracting all the nympho’s
|
| Me not breathing fire is like a dragon with his lips sewn
|
| Spectacular vernacular
|
| Attackin' ya
|
| I’m Dracula
|
| Ejaculating on your accolades and I evacuate
|
| I’m masculine and venomous
|
| You’re naturally feminine
|
| But I won’t call you bitch
|
| Because I’m actually a gentleman
|
| Time to free the monster
|
| Arisen from beneath
|
| Devour all you mortals
|
| I am more than just a beast
|
| At maximum velocity
|
| I’m possibly the best
|
| But for now I’ll have to settle for as awesome as the rest
|
| But now I play it close
|
| Like a possum to the chest
|
| But soon they’ll feed me grapes and sprinkle blossoms
|
| I’m THE best!
|
| (3rd Verse)
|
| I’m spittin' fire
|
| Like I’m a fucking pyromaniac
|
| I wrestle with these words
|
| Like I was stuck in Hulkamania
|
| Fucking with the maniac
|
| I’m from Transylvania
|
| Make your head spin
|
| Like the devil that’s Tasmanian
|
| I’ll chop your head like an Arabian
|
| Maybe an Iranian
|
| I’m crazy and my blades made of titanium
|
| I’m proud to be Canadian
|
| I said I’m proud to be Canadian
|
| I’ll scream it in a club or even louder in a stadium!
|
| People think my life it is entirely fantastic
|
| Fire breathing, iron eating, lying little bastard
|
| Theres no defying little giant, I’m a master
|
| Defying me is tyranny and irony is massive
|
| And you don’t want this to be a real vendetta
|
| Pull up in a sweater on a teal Lambretta
|
| Shoot you in the face with a steel Baretta
|
| Than visit at the hospital and say «Feel Better!»
|
| (Outro)
|
| Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about
|
| Man it feels good to be back
|
| I’m not gonna lie to you
|
| Probably been the best I’ve felt in a long time
|
| Looooong time
|
| The little monster is back man
|
| I should say, the misguided angel is back
|
| The little monster has arrived
|
| RAWR |