| LL MadChild is hard as hell
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| Battle anybody; |
| I don’t care if you tell
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| Yeah I excel; |
| they all fail
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| That’s why MadChild rock the bells
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| Getting into fights ain’t a problem of mine
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| Cause I always do my thing when it’s clobbering time
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| All I leave is a gloomy corpse
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| Cause I’m still on fire like the Human Torch
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| Forever Swollen Members but burn you solo
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| MadChild says 'flame on'; |
| no homo
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| I’m a pyro; |
| watch me spiral
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| Back into the ‘90s like De La and Hyro
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| I’m from Canada: an awful climate
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| And I rap like my brainwaves are off alignment
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| Yeah, I’m in the desert high on peyote
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| Eyes popping out like Wile E. Coyote
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| Knock-knock; |
| they don’t wanna let me in
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| Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin
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| Dress like a G; |
| tattoos on my skin
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| Saying that I’m guilty of all seven sins
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| Knock-knock; |
| they don’t wanna let me in
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| Trying to stop Mad from what I could have been
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| You can huff, you can puff, you can snag all my friends
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| But I’m Little, Bad Wolf: this is not the end
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| I tried to get into the States, they weren’t having it
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| Going through my bag like a bunch of savages
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| Customs agent looking like he’s mad at me
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| Cause I got friends that look like Sons of Anarchy
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| Knew that I’m a rapper: guess he’s not a fan of me
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| Looking at me crazy; |
| was purely insanity
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| Ten hours go by, not panicking
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| I just sat there still like a mannequin
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| I was laughing: they kept asking me what gang I’m in
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| Started being nicer cause I didn’t use profanity
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| I thought what’s the point? |
| I’ll be a gentleman
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| Instead of being an asshole pumped up on adrenaline
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| Thinking to myself 'I can’t believe I’m red-flagged
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| I love the States; |
| how the fuck I’m gonna get back?'
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| It’s not like I’m smuggling drugs
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| All of this because I hang out with a couple of thugs? |