It's Mad Child the super ill villain
The Canadian werewolf if not getting into America right now
But I'll be back
Battle axe warriors hold that sh** down for me
Bounty hunter like Boba Fett
Inspector Gadget with the go-go jet
People look at me saying, Boy that man bad
Warrior like Braveheart, Troy, and Mad Max
Striker with the battle axe, mic I can shatter that
Glad I got my shadow back riding in the Cadillac
Coupe de Ville chilling. Super ill villain
Wont let me in the States but my groups still k**ing
You dont really want to try to hurt my feelings
Thats when your blood could squirt to the ceiling
Rob Vike chilling, Prev-one chilling
What more can I say? Im still in
Even though Im not there still top billing
Ice-T got away with songs about cop k**ing
I was being good, thats what I call raw dealings
Aw f** it, I dont even care Imma leave it there
Im lucky to be even f**ing breathing air
Hey Mad Child, crawl into a corner and die
I cant do that, I still must try
This is all Im put on this earth for
All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war
Cops still treat me like I am in a gang
But how could I be? I dont do anything
All I do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out
Praying everything is gonna work out
Hey to make it in this game is like winning the jackpot
These days you dont need a label, just a laptop
Rapping has failed and turned into a crackpot
So I suggest a second job if you a have-not
Anything, selling d**, pouring blacktop
You cant eat off Facebook getting mad props
Old and broke, that sh**ll leave you in a bad spot
Shooting videos with grandmas kitchen as the backdrop
Okay, I know my time is coming, feel like Im gonna blast off
Cause I got nothing left to lose, I rap my a** off
I listen to these rappers, mad soft
Cause everybody sound the same, flash mob
See I can do that too but it wont last dog
So I said f** it and choose to do exact opp
So how Im gonna turn this sh** into a cash crop?
sh**, Imma keep on spitting till the last drop
Hey Mad Child, crawl into a corner and die
I cant do that, I still must try
This is all Im put on this earth for
All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war
Cops still treat me like I am in a gang
How could I be? I dont do anything
All I do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out
Praying everything is gonna work out