MadChild - Zombie f**er lyrics

[Intro: Madchild] Yeah Shout out to the homie, Tolchock Maltijik, from Sweden Check out the Swedish version we got of this song in this video It's underground Hip-Hop world wide b**h We run this sh**, BAX WAR [Verse 1: Madchild] I am not that poor Break into your house like Clockwork Orange I'm a little devil with these heavenly horns Raid your fridge and then I'll wack off to some 70's p**n I'm coming back to do this sh** like never before And I f** a batch of b**hes still whenever we tour f** yes, success the best revenge Me and God and rap and money are the best of friends I'm a silver tongue devil, in a silver Benz Making songs for young rebels that don't trust the trends f** fifteen minutes of fame. In it to win it Demented lieutenant has entered your brain I will not come out, now you're stuck with me for life I'm a psycho that won't pipe down, boom Exploding with vial statements, holding my own totaling, total annihilation I'm master no debate, I'm fashionably late I'll grab a rapper by the face and smash 'em like a plate So play that Madchild till your boombox shakes Put two guns in the air, like a Boondock Saint Stick a catheter, up the a** of a damn amba**ador I f**ing ma**acre, bashing up every pa**enger I search around for words like I'm a scavenger And take a hot blood bath with Potpourri and Lavender Abracadabra, grab your cadaver and masturbate Then eat your brains like I was Hannibal then flatulate I stand for something, I remind you all of better times I ain't giving up my f**ing spot, you better get in line You can not imagine all these thoughts that's in this head of mine Yup, I'm independent like the trucks, I'm on a steady grind I am the greatest and I'm smashing these potato heads Better bring my money, like a waiter with a plate of bread I'm a maniac, an animal when I'm released Even though I found my inner peace, I'm still a crazy beast I'm a monster with these bars bro f** a couple groupies at my show after the bars closed I can write these raps with my eyes closed Even though I'm old, I am Ice cold I'm a ba*tard that's a basket case All I need's a rope, gloves, a hammer and some masking tape It goes trolls, demons, monsters, ogres Watch us come together homie, play time is over Represent the crazy and I make these rappers piss their panties So f** you and your whole dying flock of vigilantes Little incredible hulk There's no forgetting I'm off against incredible odds Chomping through these bars with metal jaws and little bursts of fire. Dressing like I finally won Used to have the worst attire Feel it coursing through my veins, addicted to the pain The sorcerers insane Spit four fiery rhymes at night, like clockwork Treacherous, I'm sketchy, unfortunately awkward Partisan in progress, replicate a reptile Duplicate the greatest and I'll put myself in exile I contain the answers that so many people seek To truly find my happiness I had to be a freak Shadow agent, hear the visions of a mad man Blood fire, blood fire, bloo-, I'm a bad man Makes sense of this insanity Eventually reality will catch up with my vanity Created a monster, creator of content Statingly obvious, hating the non-sense Reanimated human corpse, galope like a human horse Come back like a boomerang and hit you with a booming force I'm the opposite of all these little copy cats Tell these little motherf**ers little Rocky's back I don't write raps, known for writing mission statements Still getting a little b**hes from these vicious statements