Aspect - Cyphin' lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yo, Yo I still split atoms and neutrons k**ing every rapper from LA to the Yukon We used to pa** Grey Poupon Now I'm clipping coupons with an old touque on Demi-god got doing debit fraud Flat broke rap star no credit card Yeah my head is hard, call me Mr. Thing We rap fast, slow it down So you don't miss a thing I don't miss a thing I'm a vicious king Not havin' any cash when it's christmas stings And I am intergalactic Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle doing back flips (Let ‘em have it) Raw denim and some new balance Hit you like pow! Right to the moon Alice! I ain't got no money, but I'm on one Wombat, I'm a swamp rat drinking pond scum I'm growing crops on my farmland k** a f**ing nazi with a swatstika armband Life's a popularity contest Madchild's back one of the scariest monsters I f**ed this girl, she was barely unconscious But now she wanna marry me, so therapy's nonsense Yeah I'm back, I'm a powerhouse You a little hot dog, full of sauerkraut Madchild I'm a f**in' Grizzly You won't make it rain dog, it's barely drizzling Think you're sh**'s hot? Mine is f**ing sizzling Yeah I'm fly, I'm a f**ing frisbee Your fault they are not listening You on some Mickey Mouse sh** Walt Disney (hahaha) And you rap for the wrong reasons But my wheels keeping spinning All season [Verse 2:] Hey look Yeah I know I was living wrong, but I know how to make it right Yelling I'm on fire when I'm naked, Talladega Nights (ahh) Yeah Madchild's back, you better say goodnight Bust a sharp left, when I break right I ain't stopping, I am running every red light Make you stop like a deer caught in my headlights Scratching your head like you got headlice Thinking how the f** did he come back? He's been dead twice Madchild, I'm running wild like a loose cannon Daydream racing Drake in a new phantom I'm coming through in a race I'm a beast because I rap until I'm blue in the face Get It I'm a beast until I'm blue the face Get it cracking like a bat with an aluminum base Misguided angel, I'm a demon k**er Bad man in the mirror, I'm a f**ing thriller (Which means you better f**ing beat it man) [Verse 3:] Hey Madchild spit razor sharp, like an x-acto blade The pterodactyl, I'm a Jackyl with these accolades Hanging like a macrame Crack rock hit the jackpot, smoke a pack a day I'm tinfoil in your microwave Roll up on a BMX, shoot you in the face and ride my bike away Work of art Leonardo Da Vinci Never wander I will turn a f**ing bully to mincemeat I rap retardedly I'm hardly a mystery In a cardigan, A martyr ma** marauder from Disney (Wow) It's like water and listerine Now that my piss clean people are listening [Outro:] That's it, wow Oh Boy The kid's back! The Pepsi-Cola kid's back! The silver surfer is back! I'm from the wild west motherf**er!