Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gremlin, artist - Madchild. Album song King Of Pain EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.08.2011
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Gremlin |
| Ay, a gremlin with gangrene is somethin to see boy |
| Tried to kill myself but used myself as a decoy |
| You can feel the recoil, making your skin crawl |
| Smokin heroin chasing a dragon on tin foil |
| You can see the dragon fly away from the tin foil |
| I kinda miss my kinfo |
| Life in an insult |
| Ay, goodfella but I’m hella poor |
| Skull bandanna, black hoody like Skeletor |
| Shoot a couple psychos and I turn into Great Ape |
| Vice grips, ice picks, zap straps and grey tape |
| Ay, I chop em up at the pork store |
| Stick em like a cork board |
| Rock like the warp tour |
| Any white boy beat me? |
| hardy har har! |
| One fourty four four nine nine thirty eigths |
| I’m the little devil tryin to break inside the pearly gates |
| Each verse nuclear bomb with atomic hook |
| So much ink on my skin I’m a comic book |
| Pop so many pills I was seeing pink elephants, irrelevant |
| Ill still rip your skull from your skellaton |
| Drink a pesi cola while I ride a silver surf board |
| North west is mine you don’t want to start a turf war |
| Gladiator dawg, mad child king corso |
| Thor’s war hammer knock your brain to your torso |
| You get it? |
| that means its honkey strong |
| That means I drop this fuckin mallet like Donkey Kong |
| So keep your tonsils shut |
| Cause I will crush a mother fucker like a monster truck |
| You better listen up |
| I’m a heathen, a gremlin, an ogre a tyrant |
| Hallucinating like the mike is dipped in psyllocybin |
| Mad’s maniacal. |
| Motor mouth on a hot-streak |
| Used to shop at Gucci, now I stop at the swap meet |
| I’m like Popeye eating spinach for concerts |
| I’m a miniature monster I will diminish and conquer |
| Spewing venom with the dragon of the blessed palace |
| I’m thinkin of a challenge drinkin from this special chalice |
| Soldier demons and scavengers of the damned |
| Passengers in my van? |
| «A massacre is at hand!» |
| I let a hundred snakes loose, I’m delusional |
| Then dance around in space boots, I’m confusing you |
| Stun guns, bear traps, gangsters on cocaine |
| I got dragon’s breath, spinning fire, and propane |
| I’m sending out my surrogates |
| So I can stay home, write rhymes and keep flourishin' |
| Hands dirty, stand sturdy with assertiveness |
| Every word I mutter is a murderous advertisement |
| «Help me!"Thant's the cry of a true looney |
| Cause I feel like fucking dying, I’m crying with 2 tooneys |
| Seven golden angels, Chemical warfare |
| Deadly mustard gas attacks, acid flashbacks |
| See, I come from the future, that’s a very gloomy place |
| I’m the Silver Surfer and I’m wiping out the human race |
| You? |
| You a plastic gangster with a pocketknife |
| Me? |
| I keep it gangster and I rock the mike |
| It’s Mr Mystery, a formula with infinite depth |
| Feel the wind from my breath |
| Ay! |
| Misbehaving raving lunatic, Twelve Monkeys |
| Disengage a crazy moody prick, ex-junkie |
| Lazy-ass buffoon, but I’m crazy as a loon |
| Now I’m riding a flying dinosaur and waving at the moon |
| You better listen up |