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!