MadChild - Double Tap lyrics

[Verse 1] A$ton Matthews I’m not Henry Bahmer Switchblade from Jeffery Dahmer Playing swimming pools as I dive in Rhianna Get to the chopper. Hundred round blocker Singing like the Phantom of the Opera Fat b**h getting off? Sick speed at the kickoff Maserati, karate chop their tits off These b**hes know a n***a merry b**h off Open up her mouth to have a place to rinse my dick off Wait Young and we brazy I’d jump the gun in your lady so I could punch on the baby Face first in to the xylophone Double up on Styrofoam Except the much of this gravy, p**y So f** you, s** a dick, pay me I bring the ruckus. These raindrops don’t need a bucket The smitten is flooded, put your f**ing limbs on the budget Young flesh, Pac Teyo can s** it f** it [Verse 2] Madchild Yo I’m retardedly clever Work harder than ever Thousand dollar cardigan sweaters Modern furniture, collecting art Clothes custom Japanese Doing shows to get the dough Kids jump like it’s a trampoline Zombie k**er, road one, always doubled back Never one shot to the head, always a double tap Wrapping like I’m bubble wrap A neighbourhood in double taps Troubled cat. Now I’m chopping like I’m a lumberjack I’m the bomb yelling Allahu Akbar Underground rapper getting p**y like a popstar I’m trying to pro up ‘till I’m tow up and obnoxious Louis Vuitton box full of Rolex watches I’m not a kid, I saw Jaws and f**ing Star Wars Now I’m ’bout to cop a new Ferrari for my carport Making money’s easy, the hard part’s saving That’s why I stay off HypeBeast, or I’d go crazy From opening at shows, now I’m doing double encores Skating through life like I’m in Venice on a longboard Crazy days are over I was mainly a rebel Now I rip it up in every town like the Tasmanian Devil [Verse 3] Fashawn Uh Set it off Feel like I did said it all Except for my repertoires, deep as a reservoir Uh Wack a n***a in the head like it’s hellebore From poet to predator Unloading these metaphors The feral explode out my double barrel Drag queens claiming they’re kings, sing ‘em a carol With this chopper, there’s no hiding in these jeans I copped it out in Oakland they gon’ got that dot dot meme Plotting on this cream. I need I got it if it’s green I’m obviously co*ky ‘cause I’m clean California kid claiming, spotting them in Queens Like [?] in the scene, snatching dollars from a fiend Ma** pill is the mafia, the regime Still accumulating cream off kush, codeine Proceed to smoke weed I’m 35 point oz for cheap Young boy, I’m low key Bump placebo drinking Olde E Feeling like the old me Gold bottle match the gold lean Sake so hard in the grill, knock off the goatee Your gold teeth, for thinking potent sweet [Outro] (Sample from Madchild’s interview with Darren Rose)