Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Iran, artist - Madchild. Album song Switched On, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.09.2014
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Iran |
| Yeah, I’m a fiery fuckin' beast — holmes I ain’t playing |
| I spit white grease lightning, microphone slaying |
| I get down upon my knees and I start praying |
| I’m barbaric with these bars, man I’m archaic |
| Sleeping on some pizza boxes, was a vagrant |
| Got rich, started popping oxys — different fragrance |
| Cause dope addicts don’t bathe, they keep to doping |
| Now I’m fuckin' clean — gonna make it, keep on hoping |
| I meet a Muslim and say, «As-salamu alaykum!» |
| Looking at me crazy cause I’m eating a piece of bacon |
| Quick to machete you like I just came from Iran |
| My plan — coming up with a high brand |
| BAX WAR — deadly as the juice that’s in a scorpion’s tail |
| Five years — smoking opium in jail |
| I’m telling ya I was living in a opian hell |
| Now I owe so much money I don’t open the mail |
| So called friends — bitch, they’re hoping I fail |
| So they can drag me to the bottom where we’re broken in hell |
| Yeah, scum sucking, cock sucking, dirty bottom feeders |
| Don’t need your damn protection, I already got a heater |
| It’s the return of the motherfucking monster, bitch |
| MadChild, here to fuckin' chomp your shit |
| Completely bonkers |
| Thoughts — never constant, kid |
| If you don’t like it |
| You could suck a donkey’s dick |
| Lead Incredible Hulk and I’m half falcon and half Vulcan |
| Working out till I’m bulky, you will not see Mad sulking |
| Not the bad culprit, not corporate, I’m mad morbid |
| An orphan that won’t forfeit, a fortifying rap orchid |
| Not in the right lodger |
| My thoughts — they are quite tortured |
| You’re hot, but you’re not scorched |
| Betrayed — in the wrong portrait |
| Rap, business — covering the hole damn it |
| Eating bocconcini and Balsamic in a gold hammock |
| I’m Foghorn Leghorn biting on a ham hock |
| Dangerous like Nicolas Cage visiting Bangkok |
| I got fuckin' superpowers like Hancock |
| Underground rappers don’t get bitches — hand cock |
| Welcome to jam rock |
| Lucky like a shamrock |
| Middle aged, still full of childish dreams like a sandbox |
| Wish that I could find a mermaid, man |
| So I could stick my sea serpent in a mermaid’s clam |
| Lyrically I’m a power star, outcome could be yucky |
| Compared to most people on this planet I feel lucky |
| In a warm bubble bath, playing with my rubber ducky |
| A couple hot Asians, a little sucky sucky |
| Me love you long time, but then I’ll call a taxi |
| Cause I’d rather be at home when I am finished, just relaxing |
| Get a second wind, call a girl named Becky |
| And stick four fingers up her puss like a trecky |
| Little young punks, don’t you ever disrespect me |
| Leave you lying — flopping all around like you got epilepsy |
| Hit you so hard — thoughts, you will not be recollecting |
| Was an awful lot connected |
| With those cops, are not protecting |
| But now thoughts are not projected |
| Towards a life that’s been neglected |
| I’d rather be a rapper that’s eccentric and infecting |
| So suck my fuckin' ballsack |
| You can suck my nutsack |
| Fuck that, I’m a scumbag |
| Hunch like a hunchback |
| Suck it! |