Show 'em what you got, kid
LL MadChild is hard as hell
Battle anybody; I dont care if you tell
Yeah I excel; they all fail
Thats why MadChild rock the bells
Getting into fights ain't a problem of mine
Cause I always do my thing when its clobbering time
All I leave is a gloomy corpse
Cause Im still on fire like the Human Torch
Forever Swollen Members but burn you solo
MadChild says 'flame on'; no h*mo
Im a pyro; watch me spiral
Back into the 90s like De La and Hyro
Im from Canada: an awful climate
And I rap like my brainwaves are off alignment
Yeah, Im in the desert high on peyote
Eyes popping out like Wile E. Coyote
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Knock-knock; they dont wanna let me in
Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin
Dress like a G; tattoos on my skin
Saying that Im guilty of all seven sins
Knock-knock; they dont wanna let me in
Trying to stop Mad from what I could have been
You can huff, you can puff, you can snag all my friends
But Im Little, Bad Wolf: this is not the end
I tried to get into the States, they weren't having it
Going through my bag like a bunch of savages
Customs agent looking like hes mad at me
Cause I got friends that look like Sons of Anarchy
Knew that Im a rapper: guess hes not a fan of me
Looking at me crazy; was purely insanity
Ten hours go by, not panicking
I just sat there still like a mannequin
I was laughing: they kept asking me what gang Im in
Started being nicer cause I didn't use profanity
I thought whats the point? Ill be a gentleman
Instead of being an a**hole pumped up on adrenaline
Thinking to myself 'I cant believe Im red-flagged
I love the States; how the f** Im gonna get back?'
Its not like Im smuggling d**
All of this because I hang out with a couple of thugs?
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