MadChild - Act My Age (C-Lance Crazy Clown) lyrics

[Verse 1] Rappers talking sh**, that's a slaughter call Slice his neck, blood flowing like a waterfall I'm a s**y f**ing beast, hope your daughter's home I'm a modern gnome spitting out a lot of poems You want to hear the f**ing best? 'Kay, you got it, holmes I don't like to sit and rot at home, watch this Rottie foam Foaming at the mouth, roaming through the South k** it in the North, k** it in your house Doesn't really matter where I'm at - white tarantula My name is spreading all around, got a spatula? Little guy but my aura is gargantuan People stop in cars and tell me, "Mad Child, you're a champion" I say thank you very much, take a quick photo Don't like my sh**? You can s** my f**ing dick, dodo Said I rise like a phoenix Clean that f**ing sh** out of your ears, get a Kleenex [Hook] I'm happy to be back on stage I don't wanna, I don't wanna act my age I'm just repping that I rap all day Cause I don't wanna, I don't wanna act my age Getting girls, I just laugh all day Making money, make this rap game pay Man, I'm happy to be back on stage Cause I don't wanna, I don't wanna act my age [Verse 2] You? You're like Fozzie the Bear and you got bad habits Me? I'm Ozzy Osbourne in f**in' Black Sabbath Little Monster, I'm a track savage Me and my team, we all break bread and crack cabbage Travel 'round the world like gypsies and pirates More like little Alex with a little Ultraviolence Doing shows, I'm a real Rock-n-Rolla Hit the telly drunk and go for walks and talk to Lola Picking up these b**hes that are half my age Cause I don't wanna, I don't wanna act my age Friends with all my enemies, walk among identi-thieves Borderline insanity and rapping is my remedy Mentally I'm battling myself, I need a sedative For real, this sh** is like Alien versus Predator I'll eat these rappers like a f**ing bag of Cheesies I'm colder than a bag of Freezies [Hook] [Verse 3] Don't worry about my age. You should worry about my rage How I jump onto a stage like I just broke out the cage Fifteen years ago, crazy little rapping hobo Up sh**'s creek without a paddle in a plastic rowboat I'm venting with constant tension Beyond comprehension, a wanted henchman I'm an old creep giving you the heebie-jeebies Punk rock like it's '86 and I'm at CBGB's Slice your face with an X-Acto blade My friends are saying, "Time for you to act your age" Naw, that's ok. I just want to sit around and rap all day I just sit around and laugh all day, making racks off these tracks like it's crack c**aine [Hook]