Rob The Viking - Cock Blocker lyrics

[Intro] Yo what's up. Hey, it's Madchild. You guys let me in man. It's Madchild from Swollen Members guys... [Hook: Madchild] Walk into the room, an intentional co*k blocker Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper Big stack of rhymes sits inside of my top locker Vest like a biker, bottom and top rockers Walk into a room, unintentional co*k blocker Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper Prev spitting rhymes harder than a gobstopper With Rob's knocker, louder than a rock opera [Verse 1: Madchild] I walk into a mall with a gun, people are panicking Scream "f** the world" then I shoot a couple mannequins Hop onto my bike and ride away like Sons of Anarchy With a bunch of other kids looking for more fun and shenanigans We all have been abandoned, I don't need your damn companionship Man handling manurism, a maniac with man*scripts I'm the, I'm the Little Monster spittin' the purest raps People linin' up like I'm a tourist trap, I'm sure of that My raps are baffling, they probably think that Mad is daffy But Mad is happy, kinda baddie, plus a chatty cappy Got a handicap, cap the size of Andy Capp Got a strap handy in my backpack, best that you're standing back The band is back together like bandits in cracked leather Black bandanas with ta**els and tan feathers You can get mangled by a Bengal tiger Don't make me give a sh** cause you'll find that you're my fiber [Hook] [Verse 2: Prevail] We're standing waste deep in sh** creek With a rap geek and a sick freak With a beat maker that'll eat fakers like mince meat Since blitzkrieg was on screen We've long dreamed for our team to rival yours Screwdrivers thought eyeballs, I sky fall from travel wars What's mine is yours unless, of course You diss the North and piss me off When I rap about when my pistol pops I tap em out, let the bodies drop It's gravity actually too, why you acting all Humpty dude I'll spill your blood like zippity do I'll k** your crew like lickity spit I think you might be thinking lightly, things are slightly changed I pulled some chains around your neck then washed you down the drain The spiral is viral, it's liable to defile you X-files for miles, where our freestyles are driving through town Who threw down? New ground broken There's a black hawk down and the helicopters smokin' This is hostile territory, hospital beds and inventory Lots of em dead already Heavy shells, we bombin' everybody [Hook] [Verse 3: Madchild] Now I got these lyrics, they're bubbling in my noggin Huddled in my room while hobbling like a goblin Old and now the force is with me like I'm Yoda Similar resemblance from cigarettes and soda Multiple personalities altering Mad's reality Cultivate abnormality into an awesome salary Form like voltron These three, compatible Know deep leading vanity A meat eating animal Receding hairline Beast eating their minds Keep breeding rare, feeding terror, breathing airline My microphone is a machete in it's own right Promise that I won't bite, furniture is bone white And I will not commit myself to an asylum Even though I'm schizo and my thoughts are awful violent I know how to clear a room, hockey mask and tear gas Smoke bombs and bear mace filling up your staircase [Hook] [Outro] Yeah, if you wasn't down before, you definitely ain't getting down now. You can't reach us no more b**h, that's not a threat, that's a promise