MadChild - Gremlin lyrics

Ay, a gremlin with gangrene is somethin to see boy Tried to k** myself but used myself as a decoy You can feel the recoil, making your skin crawl Smokin h**n chasing a dragon on tin foil You can see the dragon fly away from the tin foil I kinda miss my kinfo Life in an insult Ay, goodfella but I'm hella poor Skull bandanna, black hoody like Skeletor Shoot a couple psychos and I turn into Great Ape Vice grips, ice picks, zap straps and grey tape Ay, I chop em up at the pork store Stick em like a cork board Rock like the warp tour B-A-X-W-A-R-R Any white boy beat me? hardy har har! One fourty four four nine nine thirty eigths I'm the little devil tryin to break inside the pearly gates Each verse nuclear bomb with atomic hook So much ink on my skin I'm a comic book Pop so many pills I was seeing pink elephants, irrelevant Ill still rip your skull from your skellaton Drink a pesi cola while I ride a silver surf board North west is mine you don't want to start a turf war Gladiator dawg, mad child king corso Thor's war hammer knock your brain to your torso You get it? that means its honkey strong That means I drop this f**in mallet like Donkey Kong So keep your tonsils shut Cause I will crush a mother f**er like a monster truck You better listen up [x2] I'm a heathen, a gremlin, an ogre a tyrant Hallucinating like the mike is dipped in psyllocybin Mad's maniacal. Motor mouth on a hot-streak Used to shop at Gucci, now I stop at the swap meet I'm like Popeye eating spinach for concerts I'm a miniature monster I will diminish and conquer Spewing venom with the dragon of the blessed palace I'm thinkin of a challenge drinkin from this special chalice Soldier demons and scavengers of the damned Pa**engers in my van? "A ma**acre is at hand!" I let a hundred snakes loose, I'm delusional Then dance around in space boots, I'm confusing you Stun guns, bear traps, gangsters on c**aine I got dragon's breath, spinning fire, and propane I'm sending out my surrogates So I can stay home, write rhymes and keep flourishin' Hands dirty, stand sturdy with a**ertiveness Every word I mutter is a murderous advertisement "Help me!" Thant's the cry of a true looney Cause I feel like f**ing dying, I'm crying with 2 tooneys[?] Seven golden angels, Chemical warfare Deadly mustard gas attacks, acid flashbacks See, I come from the future, that's a very gloomy place I'm the Silver Surfer and I'm wiping out the human race You? You a plastic gangster with a pocketknife Me? I keep it gangster and I rock the mike It's Mr Mystery, a formula with infinite depth Feel the wind from my breath Ay! Misbehaving raving lunatic, Twelve Monkeys Disengage a crazy moody prick, ex-junkie Lazy-a** buffoon, but I'm crazy as a loon Now I'm riding a flying dinosaur and waving at the moon You better listen up [x4]