Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Monster Blend, artist - Madchild. Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Song language: English
Little Monster Blend |
| Banned from America |
| Like I’m a bad judge of character |
| Bullshit… |
| I tried to get into the states they weren’t having it |
| Going through my bag like a bunch of savages |
| Customs agent looking like he’s mad at me |
| Cause I got friends that look like Sons of Anarchy |
| Knew that I’m a rapper, guess he’s not a fan of me |
| Looking at me crazy was pure insanity |
| Ten hours go by not panicking |
| I just sat there still like a mannequin |
| I was laughing they kept asking me what gang I’m in |
| He started being nicer cause I didn’t use profanity |
| I thought what’s the point Shit… I’ll be a gentleman |
| Instead of being an ass hole pumped up on adrenaline |
| Thinking to myself I can’t believe I’m red flagged |
| I love the States how the fuck I’m gonna get back |
| It’s not like I’m smuggling drugs |
| All of this because I hang out with a couple of thugs |
| (It's a bunch of bullshit man to tell you the truth…) |
| (I've been to America a hundred and fifty times) |
| Hey, it’s Madchild the super Ill villain |
| (I need to get back to my people) |
| The Canadian werewolf is not getting into America right now |
| (Without the evidence I’m blocked) |
| I’ma move back |
| Battleaxe Warriors hold that shit down for me |
| (Let me back) |
| To make it in this game’s like winning the Jackpot |
| These days you don’t need a label, just a laptop |
| Rap is failed and turned into a crack pot |
| So i suggest a second job if you we’re have not |
| Anything, selling drugs, pouring black top |
| You can’t eat off Facebook getting mad props |
| Old and broke that shit’ll leave you in the best spot |
| Shooting videos with grandma’s kitchen as the back drop |
| OK, I know my time is coming |
| Feel like I’m gonna blast off |
| Cause I got nothin' left to lose or rap my ass off |
| I listen to these rappers, mad soft |
| Cause everybody sounds the same, flash mob |
| See I could do that too but it won’t last dog |
| So I said fuck it and i choose to do exact op' |
| So how am I gonna turn this shit into a cash crop |
| Shit I’ma keep on spitting 'til the last drop |
| Hey Madchild crawl into a corner and die |
| I can’t do that I still must try |
| This is all I’m put on this earth for |
| All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war |
| Cops still treat me like I am in a gang |
| But how can I be I don’t do anything |
| All I do is stay at home write rhymes and work out |
| Praying everything is gonna work out |
| Word out |
| I’m staying focused keeping the circle tight |
| Focusing on what matters |
| Fuck this economy |
| Cigarettes and Monster |
| Shouts out to all the Battleaxe Warriors, my family |
| Okay, look |
| I’m a bi-polar polar bear Zipping up a polar fleece |
| Drinking polar ice and Pepsi Cola on a coral reef |
| Every lyric that I spit it’s an oral feat |
| Elbow on my knees head in hands thinking poor old me |
| I keep a strap tucked, at least a sharp blade |
| Cause kids be playing more games than an arcade |
| And I am not afraid I will shoot you dead |
| There’s more snakes in this club than Medusa’s head |
| I’m still underground, call me tomb raider |
| While I rap with iron jaws like Moonraker |
| You keep lying while you tell the kids your cool fables |
| I’ll chop your fucking head off and leave it on the pool table |
| I’m not too stable I am off my rocker |
| I lift you up while making noises just like it was chewbacca |
| Fucking dope, like I just cooked a rocker |
| He’s a malarka and I’m down to knock his fucking block off |
| So thank you Mr. Ron Cavanaugh |
| My friend’s in jail for more keys than a grand piano |
| When I say I’m hot that means that I’m too hot to handle |
| If don’t make it to rap to Willy Nelson I could rock a Banjo |
| I got drugs in my pocket and I don’t know what to do with them |
| Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket |
| I got drugs in my pocket, man I don’t know what to do with them |
| Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket |
| Who put drugs in my pocket Man I thought that I was through with them |
| Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket |
| I got drugs in my pocket, I don’t know what to do with them |
| Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket |
| Got a red under my bed |
| There’s a little yellow man in my head |
| That’s what’s up man |
| I’m a fucking lyrical tyrant |
| Little bad wolf, I’m a serious problem |
| I’m a fucking little beast |
| I’m so razor sharp right now man |
| (You know you want it) |
| (You know you want to get high) |
| Run for your lives motherfuckers |
| (You know you need to let me out) |
| Nah fuck that |
| (You know you need to get stoned) |
| (You can’t escape my clutches) |
| Hey fuck you man, everything is going good man |
| I’m finished with that |