Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song White Tyson , by - Madchild. Release date: 25.06.2017
Song language: English
White Tyson |
| Yeah |
| I am back with a vengeance |
| I’m a cowboy that hangs with the Indians |
| Yeah I’m dancing with wolves |
| But I ain’t hiding nothing, I don’t wear sheeps clothes |
| Look into my mind it’s a freak show |
| If you don’t like what I do you can deep-throat |
| All eight inches |
| Fuck you, fuck hate and fuck fake friendships |
| Yeah |
| I am violent frequent |
| One thing I’ll never get is the silent treatment |
| Work everyday, that’s my fucking secret |
| I’m the underground king so I’m not beneath it |
| All you fuckboys that shit-talk |
| Punch a hole through your face like it’s gyprock |
| Take a hit bitch, dip. |
| You could kick rocks |
| I’m dope like a brick rock of yay' in a Ziploc |
| I’m a Wu-tang Clan freak |
| Plus I’m colorful like Toucan Sam’s beak |
| 300 pound gorilla that snorts cocaine |
| Put a lighter to my mouth, spit propane |
| Everyday I’m losing hair, I need Rogaine |
| Before I get my teeth fixed, probably get a gold chain |
| Flow so cold man |
| I am here forever, I’m classic like John Coltrane |
| Yeah |
| Put your cash away |
| Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face |
| Knock him out cold to a basket case |
| I am young Mike Tyson, I’m Cassius Clay |
| Yeah |
| One of the greatest of all time |
| I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime |
| Half these cats that are big now, they can’t rhyme |
| So I’ll keep fighting 'till the bell, reading champs minds |
| You will find no resemblance |
| Tats on my face wearing Pendleton |
| (Baxwar) |
| Got a skull that’s an emblem |
| Stylin', the look in my eyes got them trembling |
| MCs sitting on the rafts, bunch of simpletons |
| Smash like I’m serving on a brass out in Wimbledon |
| Get stomped while a crowd starts assembling |
| I’m wearing Red Wing boots, never Timberland’s |
| Still, that’ll leave such a mess |
| Like my life last year, now it’s the fucking best |
| Please, don’t put me to the fucking test |
| Slice your heart while it’s beating right from out your chest |
| Yeah |
| I’m on a rise like I’m stepping on an elevator |
| Writing songs for the kids, you can tell they’re faded |
| A lot of dudes get old, fat and hella jaded |
| But I’m a bionic man, brain’s accelerated |
| Yeah |
| Put your cash away |
| Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face |
| Knock him out cold to a basket case |
| I am young Mike Tyson, I’m Cassius Clay |
| Yeah |
| One of the greatest of all time |
| I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime |
| Half these cats that are big now, they can’t rhyme |
| So I’ll just fight 'till the bell, reading champs minds |
| No choice but to get productive |
| If I don’t create I get self destructive |
| Slap a rapper like a puck |
| That’s Canucks, no fuck stick |
| Don’t criticize if it’s not constructive |
| Not the one to fuck with |
| Say another one, you should try your luck with |
| When it comes to killing shit I am bursting out the seams |
| All these other rappers really all as thirsty as it seems? |
| I am hungry, please believe there’s a difference |
| Not acting like a bunch of crack fiends on a mission |
| Madchild, I am mean, I am vicious |
| I’m so clean that I glisten |
| Yeah |
| So all these rappers better get a grip |
| I’ve give the people what they want to hear instead of shit |
| I leave scars, start cracking like a leather whip |
| I got bars, start snapping when I let 'em rip |
| Yo |
| Put your cash away |
| Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face |
| Knock him out cold to a basket case |
| I am young Mike Tyson, I’m Cassius Clay |
| Yeah |
| One of the greatest of all time |
| I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime |
| Half these cats that are big now, they can’t rhyme |
| So I’ll just fight 'till the bell, reading champs minds |
| (That's whats up.) |