Suck It - Madchild

I ain’t scared of nobody I got King Kong guts

Still whacko I’m crazy I’m ding dong nuts

I’m a ghatter box

Brain is scattered rocks

No home runs yet, I’m in the batters box

Ya

I’m like Muhammad Ali, I’m an anomaly

Phenomenalally snapping all these other rappers comedy

I had a career twice that looked promising

Built it up and killed it even though it came phenomenally

Now I feel hot, need a thermometer

100 miles an hour going 3 thousand kilometres

Not a common denominator, a terminator

Hit a girl without a condom then I feel it burning later

Murder rate is motivating, dope that I am cultivating

No debating when I’m not faded

That little hulks the greatest

So many years of my life just sitting back sedated

But now I’m so sick, there’s no way

I’m vaccinated

Damm why’s he have to so fascinating, kinda aggravating

Rappers looking all mad and aggitated

Supposed to get whack boy

As you get older

Still spitting crack boy

I get colder

I been through the trenches, OG soldier

But obee kanobee got no beef posers

And honestly I’m not the one for modesty

Built a whole economy for younger me’s and wanna be’s

Tell all my enemies I’m busy sipping lemonade

And I don’t really give a flying shit about them anyways

I’m a alpha male, so shut your mouth

Quit only fans, clean up the house

Ran with a pack of wolves and we rolled deep

Now we work so hard boy that we don’t sleep

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ay yo

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ay yo

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ay yo

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ay yo

Quick drinking coke now I stick to agua

On a new wave like in Nicaragua

3rd round crazy, the sickest saga

Looking like a Russian mobster, shots of vodka

When I had money I had steak and lobster

Now it’s mac and cheese, that’s some fake ass pasta

I’m the real goat, not supposed to gloat but fuck that

Making a deposit with me, don’t get a buck back

Not with the horse play buck at me, I buck back

Everybody bleed, suck a dick and a nut sack

I don’t really care if you’re a gangster or not

Couple bullets in the face make it harder to talk

Boy I grew up with the worst of em, most of them dead

People talk tough and it goes to their head

Back me up into a corner and I turn into a racoon

Out here you can get jacked in the bathroom

Ain’t nobody care if you are bad news with tattoos

3 glocks aiming at your face, your a statue

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ay yo

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ay yo

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ay yo

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ay yo