Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Top Cat, artist - Madchild. Date of issue: 23.04.2017
Song language: English
Top Cat |
| But meanwhile over in one of the uh, less attractive alleys |
| A top level meeting has been called by a kookie cat |
| Called «Top Cat» |
| Okay |
| Pistol packing poison Bandolero, an abandoned hero |
| Landed on this planet, I am stranded in the land of zeros |
| Bow down bitch, modern day feral |
| Kick Cupid in the balls and then I stole his fucking arrows |
| Tomorrow, tomorrow. |
| Write my name like Zorro |
| Tag my name on walls and I am broke enough to borrow |
| Soon I’ll be an underground rapper with a Bentley |
| And all my competition I will break it to them gently |
| Tell Watson that it’s elementary |
| ‘Cause I feel like I’ve been doing this for fucking centuries |
| Back into the States, I truly hope that I am granted entry |
| Heaven’s gates, I really hope that I am granted entry |
| Yo, they call me king of Canada, that’s my anointment |
| And when I’m meeting people now they are divine appointments |
| They shower me with gifts, candles and the finest ointments |
| And incense, I’m intense. |
| My girl’s a princess |
| Never fuck with family, dawg, that shit is incest |
| Stopping competition like a motherfucking insect |
| Look out for Madchild, he’s a monster, really wants to bite us |
| Rap until I lose my fucking voice and I got tonsillitis |
| Middle aged little ankle biter taking tranquilizers |
| Everything I say is tantalizing, I’m an improviser |
| I’m on the rise now. |
| You could read the articles |
| I’ll blow a rappers brain to particles, I have a heart of gold |
| Break it down like this (x2) |
| Okay, look |
| Ayo, I’m still trying to make it, other things I had to sacrifice |
| They love my hunger rapping with the massive appetite |
| Running circles around your head |
| Saran wrap, you can’t breathe |
| Lock the door like Sunny in the bar, now you can’t leave |
| Turn a rapper into mash potatoes. |
| I’m a mass tornado |
| I’ll turn a children’s mind to mush just like a batch of Play-Doh |
| Banned from America. |
| Something you can’t duplicate |
| So I’m a lonely alien like from the movie Super 8 |
| Yeah, my rhymes are hard like algebra |
| Don’t scrap words, I recycle them and salvage them |
| I said these rappers they are semi frauds |
| I am an immortal, I’m a beast, I am a Demigod |
| Banned from America, my angel is the centerfold |
| Brain is full of poisonous fumes and dangerous chemicals |
| Can’t even associate with them 'cause they are morons |
| Think that they are dope, I got more talent in my forearm |
| I’m banging on these motherfuckers like I’m Travis Barker |
| I’ll erase their fucking names like i’m a magic marker |
| I’m still alive, it’s a miracle like Magic Johnson |
| Old as fuck, but still a new flavor like Action Bronson |
| I’ll keep rapping 'till I thrash my tonsils |
| A fucking dragon breathing fire, I’ve got ashy nostrils |
| Motherfucker, I’m the last Apostle |
| Rap dinosaur I’ll probably be the last Jurassic fossil |