Show 'em what you got, kid LL MadChild is hard as hell Battle anybody; I dont care if you tell Yeah I excel; they all fail Thats why MadChild rock the bells Getting into fights ain't a problem of mine Cause I always do my thing when its clobbering time All I leave is a gloomy corpse Cause Im still on fire like the Human Torch Forever Swollen Members but burn you solo MadChild says 'flame on'; no h*mo Im a pyro; watch me spiral Back into the 90s like De La and Hyro Im from Canada: an awful climate And I rap like my brainwaves are off alignment Yeah, Im in the desert high on peyote Eyes popping out like Wile E. Coyote [Hook:] Knock-knock; they dont wanna let me in Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin Dress like a G; tattoos on my skin Saying that Im guilty of all seven sins Knock-knock; they dont wanna let me in Trying to stop Mad from what I could have been You can huff, you can puff, you can snag all my friends But Im Little, Bad Wolf: this is not the end I tried to get into the States, they weren't having it Going through my bag like a bunch of savages Customs agent looking like hes mad at me Cause I got friends that look like Sons of Anarchy Knew that Im a rapper: guess hes not a fan of me Looking at me crazy; was purely insanity Ten hours go by, not panicking I just sat there still like a mannequin I was laughing: they kept asking me what gang Im in Started being nicer cause I didn't use profanity I thought whats the point? Ill be a gentleman Instead of being an a**hole pumped up on adrenaline Thinking to myself 'I cant believe Im red-flagged I love the States; how the f** Im gonna get back?' Its not like Im smuggling d** All of this because I hang out with a couple of thugs? [Hook]