Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Haywirish (feat. Slaine & Mad Child), artist - WILDCARD.
Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Song language: English
Haywirish (feat. Slaine & Mad Child) |
Always had this dream when I was little |
Working on my cavities with a pack of Skittles |
My backpack was full, I was skipping school |
I guess even back then I had some different rules |
Individual with the vision that’s screwed up |
Everything I had, it was bad I needed new luck |
I would scheme a scheme trying to get a few bucks |
That was back then, this how I grew up… |
Yo, yo |
Pain, it came insane and changed the blood through my veins |
The rhythm is bangin' and given this shit I be takin' rejection insane |
When I be thinkin' of talkin' about ex’s these people think I’m emo |
I ain’t' sad cause miss her, sad because I miss her deepthroat |
C4 with these flows and please know that I’m below |
Sub zero when I freeze foes with this Deep Blue Sea flow |
Keep those enemies closer than mi amigos |
I’m an Irish white boy with Spanish blood, call me miglo |
Balls are more hardcore like escorted from court to conquering |
Like words of the court and they morphin' into Clockwork Orange again |
My origin from California then, lived in Washington |
I’m still stuck between them dawg; |
I feel like fuckin' Oregon |
More than winning a war until I torture them and court them in |
Through mortuary doors and leave them torched in crematoriums |
I want to use my music for good, and heal these orphans |
But I also want more orgies with women than horny Mormon men |
Get divorced from them after I’m bored with them |
Then I hit another four I grip them like a horse |
I’m kidding, kinda, sorta, then |
You’re not ready for this kid like teens having abortions |
Cause I drop you dirty fucks like a whore gettin' born again |
Spit out scorpions, I rhyme, a supernatural force begins |
It’s like Big L took out the Ouija board and could record again |
Fix your face — Friday the 13th |
And I left so many dead kids up in your women’s mouth I call it Crystal Lake |
I’m Haywirish |
It’s like I’m Haywirish |
Look I gotta bottle and a problem model |
These cats wanna fist fight but I’m homicidal |
City of Champions |
Champagne Dreams and vigilantes |
Brand name jeans, scanty clad bitches and panties |
I stash this burner in the pantry |
I cock the semi-automatic weapon longer than gambi |
You try to tell me that I can’t but I can be |
I push forward in this business for my family |
My hustle is what Rustle is to Hip-Hop |
I must admit to customers I crush this shit and spit rocks |
Hustler with just enough insanity to drip off |
Bust a nut inside a slut and then I bite my dick off |
I must admit I gotta tell the fuckin' trick to step off |
Just another bitch upon my bucket list to check off |
Lust for this illegal substances it’s like I’m Haywirish |
What are the odds I could fuck a bitch with the AIDS virus? |
Without a condom on, while she’s menstruatin' |
And walk away clean whistling like a mental patient |
Hail Mary, Jesus Christ, I think I’m sent from Satan |
I’ve been studyin' this bloody Bible with the pencil tracin' |
The tense sensation of a tumor and a cancer patient |
That’s when you figure out |
This is your chance to make it |
I’m Haywirish |
It’s like I’m Haywirish |
Look I gotta bottle and a problem model |
These cats wanna fist fight but I’m homicidal |
Yeah, yo, yo |
I’m from the backs wolf fam, I’m stayin' positive |
My throat is fucked from doing shows I need some lozenges |
My mind is totally fucked, that’s probably obvious |
Still I transform from a little goblin into Optimus |
I’m a fire breathin' iron heathen |
So swallow my semen |
Shit is hot, I’m a fire demon |
I’m a Demigod, Master of the Universe |
A lunatic, this little fucking bastard never ruin a verse |
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t think that I’m the greatest |
I babble like a hyperactive retard when I’m not sedated |
I take a picture with a fan looks like I’m constipated |
But I don’t have to take a shit, I’m fucking concentrating |
I keep the image in my head that little monster made it |
Rap until my tonsils are inflated at my concert faded |
But I ain’t doing fucking drugs dog that shit’s over |
I spit venom, sweat bullets and I shit cobras |
Little monster got a very healthy appetite |
I’m poor now, hope I’m wealthy in the afterlife |
I don’t fuck around with lames and I dodge demons |
So I ain’t up alone depressed in my garage screamin' |
Last night a black girl said I got a large penis |
Added I’m a harsh genius, balls as big as Mars and Venus |
My style’s meticulous, ridiculous rage |
I’ll rip your fucking face off like Nicolas Cage |