MadChild - d**h Race lyrics

I’m doing battle with imaginary demons You can hear ’em, inner savages are screaming My life’s a f*****g nightmare so I keep dreaming Feel like I’m trapped in a prison, not a free man But I am just trying to stick to my agreement My loyalty to those who helped with my achievements All the others they can kick rocks I’m trying to open up my heart but the s**t’s locked So many people in my life f*****g did squat They think I owe ’em, they can eat a bowl of pig slop Bloodhound bound for glory, astounding story I can tell that everyone around me’s worried Yeah I can tell what everyone around me’s thinking Will he ever go back to the d** and drinking? And will he ever go back to the h**s and s*uts? Will he start walking ’round again like he knows too much? Will he ever go back to the games and start making videos with strippers while he’s singing Bang, Bang? Ha! Not in this lifetime. I guarantee that I was being stupid as f**k and now I see that And I don’t need to wait and see the people’s feedback I put that s**t on everything! I’ll never have a relapse And I can tell the ones I love, they finally see that I’m staying in my lane, f**k a speed trap What up tho! I’m just staying my lane Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game I could tell you things will never be the same And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed What up tho! I’m just staying my lane Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game I could tell you things will never be the same And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed The way I rap, you would think I got a power pack Everything I spit is wet, get a shower cap I’m getting old, midday take a power nap Give me any motherf**ing beat, I’ll devour that I’m so alive that when I spit, these rappers seems dead Make you bleed Supreme red, rapping with a clean head I’m like a bat out of hell ready for liftoff And I still rock a mic and rap like I am pissed off Cla**y like the Walldorf, game like a ball court Style, I got all sorts. Child, in a small fort Compatible with radical rap-stars to rap hard Bad scars, f*****g gla** shard, I smash bars What up tho! I’m just staying my lane Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game I could tell you things will never be the same And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed What up tho! I’m just staying my lane Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game I could tell you things will never be the same And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed Ok Still a hypochondriac Cleaner than a Laundry Mat I am still a psycho and at night I’m an insomniac Thoughts still dark without a forgiving head At night, in my apartment, it’s Night of the Living Dead Used to be a zombie, now I’m just a vampire Hotter than a campfire, flowing like a hand dryer OCD? I got OCD But my rhymes are f*****g dirty like the ODB How many people down with OPP Get yourself stuck for p***y, oh that won’t be me Still, they love the kid, ’cause I’m very strategic Make these other f**boys look paraplegic F**k with Madchild? I will bury your legion Make your whole damn region compare you to rejects Trippin’ if you’re thinking that I’ll swear to allegiance I’ll just have my little young homies tear you to pieces What up tho! I’m just staying my lane Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game I could tell you things will never be the same And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed What up tho! I’m just staying my lane Here to finish what I started, got my head back in the game I could tell you things will never be the same And I’m still the same G, but a whole lot’s changed Yeah I’m a motherf**ing super beast The little monster’s back The little monster’s back With the six kin Rob The Viking in the house We in the studio k**ing s**t