Artist: Madchild

Release: October 22nd 2014 (Video)

Album: Silver Tongue Devil

(Release Date July 24th 2015)

Track: 9

Label: Battle Axe Records[Verse 1]

Yo, I changed my habitat to palm trees from tabernac

Now I’m pullin' playboy bunnies just like a rabbit trap

White boy, looking like an angry tatted cabbage patch

That flies economy, but Lola’s got a Gucci travelbag!

Lone ranger, back on the saddle with satin saddlebags

And two chrome platinum battleaxe's that cattle brand

I don’t battlerap as I shadowcast

Attack a pack of cackling jackals to watch them scatter fast!

I got a new girl, who knows how long that’ll last?

Wants me to tie her up, but said I have to put the paddle back

Master of the universe, He-man, I’m back on battlecat

Mad’ll rap — circles around these rappers, hold your bladder back!

I sabotage and camouflage and cause an avalanche

So call an ambulance, while this track keep playin a mandolin

Scrambling these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants

I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!

[Chorus]

I’m a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends

I cut like scissors with precision while you’re miserably vague

I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead

Some rappers run away from me like I’m a biblical plague

Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister

Eleven on the richtor, sick-o, I’m a triple twister

What comes around, goes around Ill close you down clown

Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!

[Verse 2]

Okay, remain sober, insane cobra, the evil green dragon

Pain’s over, white range rover, to silver G wagon

I watch for new popular acts like I got binoculars

Cause one day, my shit is gonna end like the apocalypse!

But ‘til then, rapper fuck around he’s getting stamped out

Devil ain’t just knocking on my door, he’s fucking camped out!

Would someone please tell Lucifer I’m back to being a recluse again?

Every night I pray to God with Jesus on the crucifix!

And I don’t want no problems, but the little Goblin’s gone legit

No disrespect, but following your path, my life has gone to shit!

And even though I’m dope as barrels full of coke and heroine

I’m happy being clean and flying straighter than an arrow is!

The devil’s laughing, while these rappers buy his hollow dreams

Me? I’m down with juggalos, paint our faces like Halloween!

Cellar dweller, you're Helen Keller, I am Skeletor

My juggernaut gone in 60 seconds like an Eleanor!

[Chorus]

I’m a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends

I cut like scissors with precision while you’re miserably vague

I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead

Some rappers run away from me like I’m a biblical plague

Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister

Eleven on the richtor, sick-o, I’m a triple twister

What comes around, goes around Ill close you down clown

Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!

[Verse 3]

Ayo I’m doper than a barrel in a boat

Full of heroin and coke

Still I’m straighter than an arrow in a bow!

My style’s beautiful like Marilyn Monroe

But I’m more like Charlie Manson, when I’m tearin out your throat!

Once you get a buzz, if you lose it, it’s hard to get it back

So I’m working seven days a week while tryin to keep my head intact

So many rappers now, don’t matter if you’re twice as dope

Tryna' ride a rusty bicycle back up an icy slope!

But due to due diligence the new villain of dooms not through killing it

Dude, I’m to militant

When I get in the zone, I’m an abstract evil poet

And I’m still yet to have my time, I think the people know it!

I’m in the Barker Lounge coming up with a darker sound

Hellhounds, and demons in my head, my dogs are barking now!

It’s fun to beast but gotta leave the ego out of it

Hit the kids with love, cause that’ll beat the evil out of'em

Backpack rapper, I am underground, it’s pretty basic

Just get a pad and pen and smokes and find a dirty basement

Little devil, I rap for angels with dirty faces

They come from hurting places, feel it when I’m blurting statements!

[Chorus]

I’m a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends

I cut like scissors with precision while you’re miserably vague

I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead

Some rappers run away from me like I’m a biblical plague

Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister

Eleven on the richtor, sick-o, I’m a triple twister

What comes around, goes around Ill close you down clown

Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!