MadChild - Little Monster Blend lyrics

Banned from America Like I'm a bad judge of character Bullsh**... I tried to get into the states they weren't having it Going through my bag like a bunch of savages Customs agent looking like he's mad at me Cause I got friends that look like Sons of Anarchy Knew that I'm a rapper, guess he's not a fan of me Looking at me crazy was pure insanity Ten hours go by not panicking I just sat there still like a mannequin I was laughing they kept asking me what gang I'm in He started being nicer cause I didn't use profanity I thought what's the point [?] sh**... I'll be a gentleman Instead of being an a** hole pumped up on adrenaline Thinking to myself I can't believe I'm red flagged I love the States how the f** I'm gonna get back [?] It's not like I'm smuggling d** All of this because I hang out with a couple of thugs (It's a bunch of bullsh** man to tell you the truth...) (I've been to America a hundred and fifty times) Hey, it's Madchild the super Ill villain (I need to get back to my people) The Canadian werewolf is not getting into America right now (Without the evidence I'm blocked) I'ma move back Battleaxe Warriors hold that sh** down for me ([?] Let me back) To make it in this game's like winning the Jackpot These days you don't need a label, just a laptop Rap is failed and turned into a crack pot So i suggest a second job if you we're have not Anything, selling d**, pouring black top You can't eat off Facebook getting mad props Old and broke that sh**'ll leave you in the best spot Shooting videos with grandma's kitchen as the back drop OK, I know my time is coming Feel like I'm gonna blast off Cause I got nothin' left to lose or rap my a** off I listen to these rappers, mad soft Cause everybody sounds the same, flash mob See I could do that too but it won't last dog So I said f** it and i choose to do exact op' So how am I gonna turn this sh** into a cash crop sh** I'ma keep on spitting 'til the last drop Hey Madchild 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 can I be [?] I don't do anything All I do is stay at home write rhymes and work out Praying everything is gonna work out Word out I'm staying focused keeping the circle tight Focusing on what matters f** this economy Cigarettes and Monster Shouts out to all the Battleaxe Warriors, my family Okay, look I'm a bi-polar polar bear Zipping up a polar fleece Drinking polar ice and Pepsi Cola on a coral reef Every lyric that I spit it's an oral feat Elbow on my knees head in hands thinking poor old me I keep a strap tucked, at least a sharp blade Cause kids be playing more games than an arcade And I am not afraid I will shoot you dead There's more snakes in this club than Medusa's head I'm still underground, call me tomb raider While I rap with iron jaws like Moonraker You keep lying while you tell the kids your cool fables I'll chop your f**ing head off and leave it on the pool table I'm not too stable I am off my rocker I lift you up while making noises just like it was chewbacca f**ing dope, like I just cooked a rocker He's a malarka and I'm down to knock his f**ing block off So thank you Mr. Ron Cavanaugh My friend's in jail for more keys than a grand piano When I say I'm hot that means that I'm too hot to handle If don't make it to rap to Willy Nelson I could rock a Banjo I got d** in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket I got d** in my pocket, man I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket Who put d** in my pocket [?] Man I thought that I was through with them Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket I got d** in my pocket, I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket Got a red under my bed There's a little yellow man in my head That's what's up man I'm a f**ing lyrical tyrant Little bad wolf, I'm a serious problem I'm a f**ing little beast I'm so razor sharp right now man (You know you want it) (You know you want to get high) Run for your lives motherf**ers (You know you need to let me out) Nah f** that (You know you need to get stoned) (You can't escape my clutches) Hey f** you man, everything is going good man I'm finished with that