Its Mad Child the super ill villain , the Canadian wear wolf if not getting into america right now
My moms fat
Battle axe warriors hold that sh** down for me
[Verse 1]
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
Won't let me in the States but my group's still k**ing
You don't really want to try to hurt my feelings
That's when your blood could squirt to the ceiling
Rob Vike chilling, Prev-one chilling
What more can I say? I'm still in
Even though I'm not there still top billing
Ice-T got away with songs about cop k**ing
I was being good, that's what I call raw dealings
Aw f** it, I don't even care I'mma leave it there
I'm lucky to be even f**ing breathing air
[Hook]
Hey Mad Child, crawl into a corner and die
I can't do that, I still must try
This is all I'm 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 don't do anything
All I do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out
Praying everything is gonna work out
[Verse 2]
Hey to make it in this game is like winning the jackpot
These days you don't 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 can't eat off Facebook getting mad props
Old and broke, that sh**'ll leave you in a bad spot
Shooting videos with grandma's kitchen as the backdrop
Okay, I know my time is coming, feel like I'm 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 won't last dog
So I said f** it and choose to do exact opp
So how I'm gonna turn this sh** into a cash crop?
sh**, I'mma keep on spitting till the last drop
[Hook]
Hey Mad Child, crawl into a corner and die
I can't do that, I still must try
This is all I'm 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 don't do anything
All I do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out
Praying everything is gonna work out