Mongoloid - Madchild

I’m a mongoloid with an ongoing convoy

Tats on my face and my hands and my arms, boy

I don’t fuck around, boy, I am very down

I’m an underdog, blue, Huckleberry Hound

I used to wear a crown encrusted with fake jewels

Guess I had to die so I could resurrect and make moves

Most of these mainstream raps sound like Playschool

Now I am Skeletor, I live in Castle Greyskull

More cigarette smoke than an ashtray

I am underground again like the Batcave

Or a parking lot.

I’m in the darkest spot

I’m paying rent on a loft and a parking spot

I’m trying to walk these dogs but they bark a lot

I am so stressed my heart could stop

Man, I shred through every verse like Wolverine

But I got visions of myself on the silver screen

I just leave my house, I’m in my room all day

I-I-I just leave my house, I’m in my room all day

I just leave my house, I’m in my room all day

While my fans be chanting Madchild, Boom-Bye-Yae

You get shot with a Glock.

I get shot by a Minolta

You get paid by selling drugs.

I get paid by a promoter

Now tell everybody that the game is over

Madchild spit greased lightning like John Travolta

Shit’s real.

Multiple personality disorder

How I feel?

How come they won’t allow me across the border?

What’s the deal?

This old ox got hit by a road block

In old socks with a gold Glock, got cold cocked

I got no emotions like a robot

Northwest King from Van to Manitoba

They tried to tell me Madchild it’s over

But I refused to be old news like I was Hova

Now I’m afraid of what I might do

Looking in the mirror like «I don’t even like you»

Sober and I’m dangerous, can’t afford a strike two

So I’ll keep rapping till I’m ice cold and bright blue