Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grenade Launcher , by - Madchild. Release date: 27.08.2012
Song language: English
Grenade Launcher |
| Fuck these bitches we the horniest ornery giants |
| The way I raps mathematics its sort of a science |
| Your raps wack all the? |
| I leave em fucking mortified dawg or terrorized |
| My rhymes are more than fucking clean holmes there sterilized |
| Sometimes I lean so hard I need a kick stand |
| I wrestle alligators and I dance on Quicksand |
| I call a rapper Tin man cuz they got no heart |
| Each lines an arrow dipped in poison from a blow dart |
| These rappers they go not hearts |
| Me against thems a mazorti to a go kart |
| Theses young punks they think there so smart |
| I might be old but im the sickest fucking old fart |
| Im so much better you can blame it on the age difference |
| You got your party clothes on im wearing beige slippers |
| I give a fuck about a club its just a meat market |
| Theses girls will open up there legs like it was free parking |
| Of course I like to fuck butt theres no challenge |
| I must fucked 1000 bitches since we dropped balance |
| The law of average says we win again |
| Hand grenade parade we blow it up pull the pin |
| Then boom make room for swollen man |
| Then bang its a battle axe thing |
| Previal |
| Street fight pit fight red nose blue nose |
| Old school vinyl so cold like blue note |
| Head spin can’t win fills up the sails with |
| Prevails gifts press to lean my recipes very secret |
| See my destiny inscribed on a tablet stone |
| Rappers leave rap alone unless its in your chromosomes |
| Molester in your closet watch it turn you to skeleton bones |
| Think you MR hard core call em the gelatin jones |
| Look upon my board walk empire Al Capone |
| You think you lucky here like Luciano |
| Test my bravado over this piano leave you cold and you won’t see tomorrow |
| Sorrow follows hollows sleepy |
| Headless horsemen the water rush deeply |
| Percussion real freaky |
| Bang drums like the marching band |
| Art form swarms like the wasp in the savage lands |
| Sting with the poison of November born scorpions |
| Slaine |
| The older I get the more crazy and sicker I think |
| I got a wet brain form all the fucking liqueur I drink |
| I wake up broke and obsessed about about sticking the brinks |
| Fuck a bitch raw dog and wash my dick in the sink |
| Nah dog I ain’t saved a penny I made |
| I just stay up all night rocking with the henny brigade |
| I done been around the world fucking kimmy and jade |
| Brenda and holly il prolly end up skinny with aids |
| Golly I took some molly bitch you really wanna party good |
| You can ridethe white horse all the way to Hollywood |
| You can be a? |
| ? |
| and have a TV show |
| Charlotte once you get me started you should see me go |
| Ion the company of mad man im the CEO |
| Yeah I got a fat fucking stomach and a greasy flow |
| Nobody likes me cuz im ignorant and cocky fuck |
| Try and battle me ill fucking smack you like a hockey puck |