Mads Veslelia - One Man Cypher lyrics

Bad idea? Someone try to stop me, I'm about to go in, call me Kamikaze Me and you are not friends, you're a Nazi Truth is you're a pigeon, and I am Ozzy I'm ready to die for this sh**, that's my mission Suicide just so I get more recognition My mechanism is based on all this criticism Some screws are missing and now my lines are vandalism I'm going wild cause that's what been taught Doctor screaming "son of a b**h" On the day I was born, there was no selfies Just a spank on my bum Then mom gave me a gun and said you go and have fun And the lord, gave me instruction manual That's a manufacturer's opinion, I'ma rebel I am one in a million, my brain's a ghetto I'm not a normal civilian, my veins are metal Oh please, don't be anxious I joke joke The police give you blankets and cocoa Geeze I'ma trained k**er with loco-motives Wannabe's licking cheese from my ba-balls Cezinando, on skeez going pro pro I like your genes, no widows-peak so I scalp-scalp And I don't need no f**ing green to be so dope Energy like that Asian rapper that snorts coke And Kingsize magazine, no longer back me up Cause in the last interview I was a co*ky f** But I don't need these freaking hipsters with Starbucks cups To tell the world to check out Mads, he's f**ing rough All you b**hes telling me that I am nuts I'm burning bridges, not fidget. So sip it, ain't no dove And how could I care about people not showing love When 90% of what they support is something I'm above Hot or Not, motherf** your rank I know your p**y stank, so go get your period in a shark tank And I saw this guy Sirius, did a wild prank Gave him rock c**aine, and he was like "aw thanks" You're a tiny lens, I'ma fisheye I'ma motherf**ing failure when I freestyle But when I get a pen I turn these men to sh**-pile And I get so many women, giggity Quagmire Everybody wanna be like Gaga They don't really wanna see this Mamba They don't really wanna free this funga They don't really wanna bleed, so f** yah They don't really wanna see the truth Dreamon talk about dreams come true But talk to me son, why hasn't Drake turned up and raped you blue? And yes, I read you haters like a document Say I try to sound like Shady, that's a compliment My style, don't try to change it, you're not competent Yah can go down on me, taste it, that's where yo' mama went Cir.cuz, you f**ing racist piece of scumbags Shut up with these lies bro'z, no hack How in the world can yah get a gold plaque? Nothing unique, just one flag staff and one fat f** it, I guess it's all about the Visa-card I'ma quit rap, and be a booty guard Yes I'ma sit back, and be a loony 'tard Aw yeah, I'm single as a Pringle but we're spooning y'all Women screaming for me, like I'm DJ Broiler But the fact is I'm just standing in the wrong toilet And the a**es I've seen, damn, what a spoiler I don't even need this hidden cam, I need a lawyer Yeah, and all I want is baby You and me in the bed, yep under the sheets There is no secret, cause I love you Sophie And I'm feeling lonely, so come and blog with me Hee-hee-hee I'ma about to explode, why? I'm rotten apple, packed with dope rhymes I'ma f**ing rapper slapping folks, then die You ain't gonna pose in front of my stone to get Likes And you got a baby for house That's what you get for being 16, and f**ed on a couch And I see you got a big skin, tryna workout Got a blog full of pictures of you telling us how All I know I don't use it for exercise tips Every picture on your blog says "jerk off your dick" And I see you got a guy, yeah he looking real fit But I know you're gonna try, when I'm making profit. that is it Damien, you ain't no motherf**ing snake-eater I choke you to d**h, I'ma 8 meter I'ma f**ing anaconda, you a fake cheetah I ain't stuffing you trauma, I'ma prey-beater It's like you don't even know, you're a hypocrite Eternal Gang, oh no, what a trippy clique You think you're crushing bones, but I spit my sh** Harder than any of you bro'z, so it's time to quit And stop picking up the phone, asking for collab I think it's time for you to go another path You're getting older and yo bro, where you at? Got some tattoos on elbows, f**ing whack Yeah, so now I guess that I'm dead I pulled out my pen-gun and got shot in my leg In my bed saying "redrum", crushing my head And they say that I ain't handsome So nobody would ever share But I take the darkness and bite her But I take depression and slice her I feel my heart's getting hotter but brighter As I take my bars up in this one-man-cypher I'm out