Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On One, artist - Madchild. Album song Switched On, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.09.2014
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
On One |
| Today I’m just talking shit |
| I ain’t worrying, I ain’t hurrying |
| Cause you know that I’m on one |
| You’re a hater like a jaded loud mouth fisherman |
| You’re a fuckin' traitor like Lando Calrissian |
| Welcome to the jungle, I’m an angry lion |
| Piss your panties, you’re a little pansy holding dandelions |
| I can tell you’re lies cause of all your pantomimes |
| Doper than your average fuckin' rapper, words they can’t combine |
| I’m a fuckin' mastermind, call me master blaster |
| While I spread my words around like fuckin' Anti-Pasti |
| Anyways, I’m a neanderthal in a panty raid |
| Carping while I’m thinking about some memories I can’t erase |
| Arguing with the me they made, saying I don’t need a brain |
| My carburetor broken and I’m stranded on an army base |
| Applied to be a cop, they laughed and asked, «Are you retarded Shane?» |
| Stopped scratching my head and said, «The hardest part is admitting it» |
| I’m in the Caribbean, half-human amphibian |
| Oblivious, blow a fuckin' rapper to oblivion |
| Half mathematician and bad rap recipient |
| Omnipotent, manipulating listening participants |
| All about conditioning, glistening from discipline |
| Are you motherfuckers listening? |
| I will show you how a corpse feel |
| Warp speed ahead, I’m surrounded by a forcefield |
| Death Star, dark dog, Lord Vader |
| Make these other fuckin' kids eat like harsh fourth graders |
| Okay, smoke you like tobacco, I’m a jackal with the shackles on |
| Sleep right through the day and hit the sack, just at the crack of dawn |
| Rap like I’m competing in a rap-athon, pack like Tron |
| I’m running shit like sprinted track in a decathlon |
| I’m a crazy ankle biter with the dope producer |
| No pollution, opposite of Lucifer and old Medusa |
| Rap like Frank Sinatra with a chest cold |
| Feel like a brand new Lamborghini getting test drove |
| Mangling with the anger of Incredible Hulk |
| On seven cycles of steroids, I’m incredibly paranoid |
| Welcome to the temple of a thousand wolves |
| And you don’t want to make a gesture to arouse the bulls |
| Old buzzard with arthritis and muscle spasms |
| But I’m absolutely buzzing with this truly new discovered Superman enthusiasm |
| Make a deep incision |
| One cohesive vision of the Super Beast imprisoned |