Double Tap - Madchild, Fashawn, A$Ton Matthews

A$ton Matthews

I’m not Henry Bahmer

Switchblade from Jeffery Dahmer

Playing swimming pools as I dive in Rhianna

Get to the chopper.

Hundred round blocker

Singing like the Phantom of Opera

That fat bitch getting off?

Sick speed at the kickoff

Maserati, karate chop their tits off

These bitches know a nigga merry bitch off

Open up her mouth to have a place to rinse my dick off

We young and we brazy

I’d jump the gun in your lady so I could punch on the baby

Face first into the xylophone

Double up on Styrofoam

Except the much of this gravy, pussy

So fuck you, suck a dick, pay me

I bring the ruckus.

These raindrops don’t need a bucket

The smitten is flooded, put your fucking limbs on the budget

Young Flex, Pac Teyo can suck it

Fuck it

Madchild

Yo

I’m retardedly clever

Work harder than ever

Thousand dollar cardigan sweaters

Modern furniture, collecting art

Clothes custom Japanese

Doing shows to get the dough

Kids jump like it’s a trampoline

Zombie killer, ruled one, always doubled back

Never one shot to the head, always a double tap

Wrapping like I’m bubble wrap

A neighborhood in double taps

Troubled cat.

Now I’m chopping like I’m a lumberjack

I’m the bomb yelling Allahu Akbar

Underground rapper getting pussy like a popstar

I’m trying to pro up ‘till I’m tow up and obnoxious

Louis Vuitton box full of Rolex watches

I’m not a kid, I saw Jaws and fucking Star Wars

Now I’m 'bout to cop a new Ferrari for my carport

Making money’s easy, the hard part’s saving

That’s why I stay off HypeBeast, or I’d go crazy

From opening at shows, now I’m doing double encores

Skating through life like I’m in Venice on a longboard

Crazy days are over, I was mainly a rebel

Now I rip it up in every town like the Tasmanian Devil

Fashawn

Uh

Set it off

Feel like I done said it all

Except for my repertoire’s deep as a reservoir

Uh

Wack a nigga in the head like a tetherball

From poet to predator

Unloading these metaphors

The pharoahe explode I’ma double barrel

Drag queens claiming they’re kings, sing ‘em a carol

With this chopper, there’s no hiding in my jeans

I copped it out in Oakland they go «Yadadadamean»

Plotting on this cream.

I need it

I got it if it’s green

I’m obviously cocky ‘cause I’m clean

California kid claim they spotted him in Queens

Like Nasir in the scene, snatching dollars from a fiend

Mass Appeal is the mafia, the regime

Still accumulating cream off kush, codeine

Proceed to smoke weed

I’m 35-point O’s for cheap

Young boy, I’m low key

Bumpin C-Bo drinking Olde E

Feeling like the old me

Gold bottle match the gold link

Sake so hard in the grill, knock off the goatee

Your gold teeth, for thinking Po sweet

(Sample from Madchild’s interview with Darren Rose)