MadChild - Mr. Peter Parker Freestyle lyrics

Yeah, Mad Child from Swollen Members Battleaxe Warriors, what up? Mr. Peter Parker, I'm an evil * I'm f**in' fly like Batman from the League of Shadows I'm a harsh-speakin' heathen with a breathin' problem I spit blue and yellow flames and then I'll eat a goblin I'm The Incredible Hulk as far as these flows But my body and face turn blue when I'm in beast mode Now it's the calming of the beast Uncommonly I'm rhymin' like I vomit up a feast Jet Li, it's a problem now that I have been unleashed I'm a giant *, watch for flyin' iron in the streets Last year, I was nothin' but a lyin' junkie Trippin' on f**in' pink elephants and flyin' monkeys But now I'm back, I got the hunger of a great white On the streets with a steak knife, yellin', "I hate life" Mr. Peter Parker, nobody comin' darker than Mad Child I rap like I am barkin' in an argument Walkin' through a dark apartment armed with empty cartridges And rip the hearts apart from rotten carca**es with Parkinson's Yeah, it's The Last of the Mohicans From traffickin' on weekends to laughin' in the deep end Snot nose, laughin' from the acid while I'm peakin' To poppin' 20 80's every day then I was freakin' Compa**ion is a weakness that your enemies will not share They don't care if you're screamin' that is not fair A lot of rappers out full of hot air Tryin' to be clever, yeah, but mentally they're not there I was dealt a bad hand like a card player Tryin' to embark upon a mission from a dark lair A lot of rappers out full of hot air Tryin' to be clever, yeah, but mentally they're not there Mad Child, I am still k**in' And these are crooked comics from a comic book villain I'm Canadian, don't think of us as foreign people Cause we play hockey, wear * and drink orange We are Battleaxe Warriors, there's no equal I know kids that got more tools than Home Depot I don't got a man purse or wear bar clothes We don't not talk like the movie * I'm spittin' bars like the karate chop, quick to make a body drop Leave so many dents you need a body shop Actin' unappropriate from Tokyo to Van Godzilla, breathin' fire when I'm in Tokyo, Japan Proud to be Canadian, my brain made of titanium My tongue slice sharper than the sword of an Arabian Sharper than a vampire's fangs from Transylvania Tryin' to start a craze like it was 80's Hulkamania I spit venom, grown cobra, stoned soldier Ice cold, I'm a snow blower with a cold shoulder Not the quite ridiculous cause this is situation Put me in the mental hostpital, I'll be the sickest patient I'll leave these rappers for dinner without no reservation Get it, the sickest patient? I need medication