C - Lance - Iran lyrics

"You ever see a (bleep) give a mule a bl**job?" [Verse 1: MadChild] Hey! Little Monster Yeah, I'm a fiery f**in' beast - holmes I ain't playing I spit white grease lightning, microphone slaying I get down upon my knees and I start praying I'm barbaric with these bars, man I'm archaic Sleeping on some pizza boxes, was a vagrant Got rich, started popping oxys - different fragrance Cause dope addicts don't bathe, they keep to doping Now I'm f**in' clean - gonna make it, keep on hoping I meet a m**m and say, "As-salamu alaykum!" Looking at me crazy cause I'm eating a piece of bacon Quick to machete you like I just came from Iran My plan - coming up with a high brand BAX WAR - deadly as the juice that's in a scorpion's tail Five years - smoking opium in jail I'm telling ya I was living in a opian hell Now I owe so much money I don't open the mail So called friends - b**h, they're hoping I fail So they can drag me to the bottom where we're broken in hell Yeah, scum s**ing, co*k s**ing, dirty bottom feeders Don't need your damn protection, I already got a heater [Hook x2: MadChild] It's the return of the motherf**ing monster, b**h MadChild, here to f**in' chomp your sh** Completely bonkers Thoughts - never constant, kid If you don't like it You could s** a donkey's dick [Verse 2: MadChild] Lead Incredible Hulk and I'm half falcon and half Vulcan Working out till I'm bulky, you will not see Mad sulking Not the bad culprit, not corporate, I'm mad morbid An orphan that won't forfeit, a fortifying rap orchid Not in the right lodger My thoughts - they are quite tortured You're hot, but you're not scorched Betrayed - in the wrong portrait Rap, business - covering the hole damn it Eating bocconcini and Balsamic in a gold hammock I'm Foghorn Leghorn biting on a ham hock Dangerous like Nicolas Cage visiting Bangkok I got f**in' superpowers like Hanco*k Underground rappers don't get b**hes - hand co*k Welcome to jam rock Lucky like a shamrock Middle aged, still full of childish dreams like a sandbox Wish that I could find a mermaid, man So I could stick my sea serpent in a mermaid's clam [Hook x2] [Verse 3: MadChild] Lyrically I'm a power star, outcome could be yucky Compared to most people on this planet I feel lucky In a warm bubble bath, playing with my rubber ducky A couple hot Asians, a little s**y s**y Me love you long time, but then I'll call a taxi Cause I'd rather be at home when I am finished, just relaxing Get a second wind, call a girl named Becky And stick four fingers up her puss like a trecky Little young punks, don't you ever disrespect me Leave you lying - flopping all around like you got epilepsy Hit you so hard - thoughts, you will not be recollecting Was an awful lot connected With those cops, are not protecting But now thoughts are not projected Towards a life that's been neglected I'd rather be a rapper that's eccentric and infecting So s** my f**in' ba**sack You can s** my nutsack f** that, I'm a scumbag Hunch like a hunchback [Hook x2] s** it!