Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Zombie Fucker , by - Madchild. Release date: 02.04.2017
Song language: English
Zombie Fucker |
| Yeah |
| Shout out to the homie, Tolchock Maltijik, from Sweden |
| Check out the Swedish version we got of this song in this video |
| It’s underground Hip-Hop world wide bitch |
| We run this shit, BAX WAR |
| I am not that bored |
| Break into your house like Clockwork Orange |
| I’m a little devil with these heavenly horns |
| Raid your fridge and then I’ll wack off to some 70's porn |
| I’m coming back to do this shit like never before |
| And I fuck a batch of bitches still whenever we tour |
| Fuck yes, success the best revenge |
| Me and God and rap and money are the best of friends |
| I’m a silver tongue devil, in a silver Benz |
| Making songs for young rebels that don’t trust the trends |
| Fuck fifteen minutes of fame. |
| In it to win it |
| Demented lieutenant has entered your brain |
| I will not come out, now you’re stuck with me for life |
| I’m a psycho that won’t pipe down, boom |
| Exploding with vial statements, holding my own totaling, total annihilation |
| I’m master no debate, I’m fashionably late |
| I’ll grab a rapper by the face and smash 'em like a plate |
| So play that Madchild till your boombox shakes |
| Put two guns in the air, like a Boondock Saint |
| Stick a catheter, up the ass of a damn ambassador |
| I fucking massacre, bashing up every passenger |
| I search around for words like I’m a scavenger |
| And take a hot blood bath with Potpourri and Lavender |
| Abracadabra, grab your cadaver and masturbate |
| Then eat your brains like I was Hannibal then flatulate |
| I stand for something, I remind you all of better times |
| I ain’t giving up my fucking spot, you better get in line |
| You can not imagine all these thoughts that’s in this head of mine |
| Yup, I’m independent like the trucks, I’m on a steady grind |
| I am the greatest and I’m smashing these potato heads |
| Better bring my money, like a waiter with a plate of bread |
| I’m a maniac, an animal when I’m released |
| Even though I found my inner peace, I’m still a crazy beast |
| I’m a monster with these bars bro |
| Fuck a couple groupies at my show after the bars closed |
| I can write these raps with my eyes closed |
| Even though I’m old, I am Ice cold |
| I’m a bastard that’s a basket case |
| All I need’s a rope, gloves, a hammer and some masking tape |
| It goes trolls, demons, monsters, ogres |
| Watch us come together homie, play time is over |
| Represent the crazy and I make these rappers piss their panties |
| So fuck you and your whole dying flock of vigilantes |
| Little incredible hulk |
| There’s no forgetting I’m off against incredible odds |
| Chomping through these bars with metal jaws and little bursts of fire. |
| Dressing like I finally won |
| Used to have the worst attire |
| Feel it coursing through my veins, addicted to the pain |
| The sorcerers insane |
| Spit four fiery rhymes at night, like clockwork |
| Treacherous, I’m sketchy, unfortunately awkward |
| Partisan in progress, replicate a reptile |
| Duplicate the greatest and I’ll put myself in exile |
| I contain the answers that so many people seek |
| To truly find my happiness I had to be a freak |
| Shadow agent, hear the visions of a mad man |
| Blood fire, blood fire, bloo-, I’m a bad man |
| Makes sense of this insanity |
| Eventually reality will catch up with my vanity |
| Created a monster, creator of content |
| Statingly obvious, hating the non-sense |
| Reanimated human corpse, galope like a human horse |
| Come back like a boomerang and hit you with a booming force |
| I’m the opposite of all these little copy cats |
| Tell these little motherfuckers little Rocky’s back |
| I don’t write raps, known for writing mission statements |
| Still getting a little bitches from these vicious statements |