Rob The Viking - Blitzkrieg lyrics

Blitzkrieg was a tactical system devised to pierce the enemy's front, and then to encircle then destroy all of his forces within the circle... [Verse 1: MadChild] Still truth, inner sin While I push psycho, droop in hallucinogens Venom in my verse, poison concoction Mad spray obnoxious panic induced toxins Usual delusional wordplay of the sick freak And I ain't had s** with a p**n star in six weeks Been trying to hear your new song, your sh**'s weak I'm short, fast, powerful attack - I'm a blitzkrieg Three headed dragon with wings, I breathe fireballs Black scales, platinum tongue, and gold eyeballs I'm the next executioner like Lex Luthor Dedicated my heart to the groupies, cause s** super Still full of piss and vinegar City full of 99 balloons, I'm the Hindenburg You don't want to see me spazz out fool I distort and control like I'm Ra's al Ghul Adopted the darkness, chop with the sharpness Keep your complaints, that is not my department [Verse 2: MadChild] Yo No such thing as a nice vulture Lyrically a blowtorch to your ice sculpture I'm more morbid than a mortician Plus more efficient Catching rappers like I'm sport fishing Lord bishop, abort mission Record foreign vicious Horde visions like a worn prison Record mode - do it with a wonderful wardrobe Old warlord spitting swords for poor folks Watch the sh** hit the fan when I sh**can these lame f**s Battle meter's getting off dope, dog the pain s**s Feel very sorry for 'em Spit hallucinogenics weaponized in aerosol form An electrifying bunch Rectifying while I'm doing d**h defying stunts I don't care what you say, you can go to hell Bored as hell, back's so tight it's like a tortoise shell BAX WAR b**h Rob the Viking