Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tiger Blood , by - Madchild. Song from the album King Of Pain EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.08.2011
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Tiger Blood |
| It’s the Vatican assassin |
| Mind of a warlock |
| Radical with passion |
| Lines when the doors lock |
| I’m never getting sick of myself |
| Cause I’m not from this particular molecular realm |
| First I’ll kill you then I’ll pack you in the back of my van |
| My vernacular’s attackin' ya like Dracula’s fangs |
| Pimp slap a rapper with the back of my hand |
| What else can I say? |
| I’m spectacular man |
| I have your whole damn team fucking neutralized |
| I’m Freddie Kruger with a Luger to your book of lies |
| Have your whole House Slaughtered like Crooked I |
| Make a girl’s mouth water when I’m walking by |
| Make her my concubine |
| Time to start the battle |
| I’m puttin' words together like playing a game of Scrabble |
| No time for dilly dally, no time for dibble dabble |
| I’ll rip a rapper, crack a Snapple in his Adams Apple |
| I’m quick to wrap a lasso around these stupid assholes |
| Tell 'em that I’m back and I’m the new king of the castle |
| So now I’m international |
| They say I act irrational |
| Grocery shoppin' in my slippers and a fuckin' bathrobe |
| Drug filled nights with porn stars and orange bras |
| Smashed up hotel rooms and driving foreign cars |
| I’m superhuman I don’t think that I’ll die |
| Answer to a higher calling in a blink of an eye |
| I, I, I |
| Don’t think that I’ll die |
| Fireworks come out my mouth like it’s the 4th of July |
| And I don’t listen to these trolls they are so lame |
| I got tiger’s blood running through my gold veins |
| I got a lot of personalities they’re all on the ball |
| I’m trying to pull myself together cause divided we fall |
| I’m trying to make it to the top, I’m excited and all |
| But this is hard work, a lot of fuckin' writing involved |
| I got posters of Lil' Wayne and Eminem on my wall |
| I put 'em on a sliding door so I can hide 'em from y’all |
| I’m dusting off my board and waiting for a spider to crawl |
| I call my parents they’re like, «Oh, look who decided to call.» |
| Damn |
| I can’t seem to get it right |
| Lot of crazy thoughts doin' laps through my head at night |
| Okay, yeah I know, I sound pathetic right? |
| Fuckin pathetic, must be, cause I just said it twice |
| These days I only go to God to get some good advice |
| When I spit a rap I hit you harder than a metal pipe |
| Harder than a hammer and I’m sharp as a machete slice |
| Rappers dustin' off their shoulders like they got a head of lice |
| (So cool man) |
| A bunch of fuckin' bozos |
| Listen to the verse I need to pop a couple No Doz |
| Hope you get the picture like a photo |
| Low pro |
| Plus I got the hunger of a hobo |
| I quit drugs, I had to stay strong |
| Most of my friends, yo I had to run away from |
| Now I’m Mr. Lonely like Akon |
| Shit brick, piss butane, and spit napalm |
| I’ll leave you flat like a starfish |
| I’m trying to build an Enterprise like a Starship |
| While I keep spreading fire like an arsonist |
| So every show I do, they call the fire department |
| Insane asylums inside my apartment |
| You can complain but that’s not my department |
| This is my turf |
| I’m a white Smurf |
| I keep throwing knuckle balls with a slight curve |
| Thinkin' to myself «Man, this might work» |
| Give it all I got, hope it doesn’t take my life first |
| Used to have a tour bus, now we drive a caravan |
| Now I’m banned from anywhere that is American |
| Everyday I lose a couple extra hair strands |
| Couple steps away from karaoke and an air band |