Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Knuckles, artist - Madchild. Album song Switched On, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.09.2014
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
White Knuckles |
They love me when I’m crazy, love to feel my pain |
So they sit alone and know they’re not the only ones insane |
I’m perfect, a mentally blurred, disturbed serpent |
A merging of murderous words that serve purpose |
From fresh air, walking the dogs with birds chirping |
To death stares, talking to god, it’s not working |
It’s not fair, have to give it time, be patient |
I’m just a spec of sand compared to all creation |
From bleach blonde addict to creature of habit |
Thinking in my dreams, it’s time to reach out and grab it |
Down to the furniture, each detail imagined |
Loft in Vancouver, Venice beach house, and cabin |
In the middle of the forest with a creek, that’s serenity |
Can’t wait until the day I go to sleep with no enemies |
Walk around the city knowing I could be killed |
From an old beef, a sociopathic’s cheap thrills |
Yeah I’ll make a little money with awfully steep bills |
And some awful big debts, it’s an awfully steep hill |
But I’mma keep on climbing while I grind and I hustle |
Fist clenched, white knuckles till my knees fuckin' buckle |
Addictive personality, destructive, give me more pain |
Laughing while destroying, I’m the Joker wearing war paint |
With a scorpion on my thumb |
I just wanna get some head, taking opiates till I’m numb |
Feeling so alone, watch this orphan come undone |
To a shape shifting ape lifting weights, having fun |
Acid spewing speed demon, feeding on the weak |
I get paid for words, literally eat from what I speak |
They talk a lot of shit without even one try |
While I’m delivering the sun till the rivers run dry |
New found strength, so I might go forth |
BAX WAR, that’s disciples of a psycho dwarf |
They say I could be bigger if I just conform |
But I don’t wanna be in clubs, I detest the norm |
I’m a monster that’s heartless, creator of darkness |
Eccentric collector with a shrine for an apartment |
Writing rhymes on my Noguchi coffee table, burning incenses |
They say that I’m insensitive, at least I’m intense |
Harboring my agony and pain, let it unleash |
Then breathe fire, pounding on my chest like I’m a dumb beast |
Dapper demigod, snob, I’m a label whore |
Sentences is full of savagery, it’s a crazy war |
Going on inside my fuckin head, no rest for the wicked |
Dog, I just want to kick it |
But these twisted rhymes are racing |
Will it? |
Won’t stop spinning |
Might be mental demented but I’m bent on winning |
Clarifying that I’m verifying that I’m a terrifying scary giant |
Every line I spit’s an arrow flying |
Addictive personality, destructive, give me more pain |
Laughing while destroying, I’m the Joker wearing war paint |
With a scorpion on my thumb |
I just wanna get some head, taking opiates till I’m numb |
Feeling so alone, watch this orphan come undone |
To a shape shifting ape lifting weights, having fun |
Acid spewing speed demon, feeding on the weak |
I get paid for words, literally eat from what I speak |
«It was a mile long thrill ride through total darkness.» |
«Some thrill.» |
«Certain people said it was mind expanding. |
In fact it was mind shattering.» |