C - Lance - Grenade Launcher lyrics

[Verse 1: Mad Child] Mad Child and C-Lance, we formed an alliance f** these b**hes, we the horniest ornery giants The way I rap's mathematics, it's sort of a science Your rap's wack, * * * * * * * * * I leave 'em f**in' mortified, dog, I terrorize My rhymes are more than f**in' clean, holmes, they're sterilized Sometimes I lean so hard I need a kickstand I wrestle alligators and I dance on quicksand I call a rapper Tin Man cause he got no heart Each line's an arrow dipped in poison from a blow dart Yeah, these rappers they got no parts Me against them's a Maserati to a go-kart These young punks, they think they're so smart I might be old, but I'm the sickest f**in' old fart I'm so much better, you can blame it on the age difference You got your party clothes on, I'm wearing beige slippers I give a f** about a club, it's just a meat market These girls will open up their legs like it was free parking Of course I like to f**, but there's no challenge I must have f**ed a thousand b**hes since we dropped Balance [Hook: Prevail] (x2) The law of averages says we win again! Hand grenade parade, we blowin' up, pull the pin! And then, boom! Make room for Swollen, man And then, bang! It's a battleaxe thing [Verse 2: Prevail] Street fight, pit fight, red nose, blue nose Old school vinyl so cold like blue note Head spin, head win fills up the sails with Prevail's gifts, press to lean, my recipe is very secret See my destiny inscribed on a tablet stone Rappers leave rap alone unless it's in your chromosomes Monsters in your closet, watch it, turn you to skeleton bones Think you Mr. Hardcore, callin' you Gelatin Jones Look upon my Boardwalk Empire, Al Capone You think you "Lucky" like Luciano, test my bravado Over this piano leave you cold and you won't see tomorrow Sorrow follows, hollows sleepy Headless Horseman, the water rush deeply Percussion real freaky, bang drums like a marching band Art form swarms like the wasp in the savage lands Sting with the poison of November born scorpions [Hook] [Verse 3: Slaine] The older I get, the more crazy and sicker I think I got a wet brain from all the f**in' liquor I drink I wake up broke and obsessed about stickin' a Brink's f** a b**h raw, dog, and wash my dick in the sink Nah, dog, I ain't saved a penny I made I just stay up all night rockin' with that Henny brigade I done been around the world f**in' Kimmy and Jade Brenda and Holly, I'll prolly end up skinny with aids Golly, I took some molly, b**h, you really wanna party? Good You can ride the white horse all the way to Hollywood You can be a Harvard, a starlet and have a TV show Charlotte, once you get me started, you should see me go In the company of Mad Men, I'm the CEO Yeah, I got a fat f**in' stomach and a greasy flow Nobody likes me cause I'm ignorant, a co*ky f** Try and battle me, I'll f**in' slap you like a hockey puck [Hook]