These rappers talk like felons but they′re all fake villains
Madchild about to erupt like Mount St. Helens
I don't give a fuck if I hurt your feelings
Get your helmet cracked, I′m a silverback gorilla
Yeah, this is quantum physics
Little monster
Will stomp on you daunted midgets
I've lived a life full of wrong decisions
I got condoms for conjugal visits
Blond haired midgets, monsters, mongrels and wizards
This is on-going, I'm throwing bombs in a blizzard
This is calculated long division
I got a strong condition,
My funds are insufficient
It was a really fucking long intermission
Now I′m going all out and I ain′t asking for permission
While I gather up my arsenal you couldn't wrap a parcel
You′re a harsh farce marshmallow with a arsehole
I don't wear bar clothes,
I′m not getting a barcode
Tatted on my arm bro
, You couldn't hit a barn door
My aim′s perfect, it ain't worth it
Perfectly wired circuitry, hurt you like I'm Hercules
Then paint my face cause inside I′m a dark circus freak
Lurking through the forest with a black axe handle
Wax candles,
Dropping acid
Drinking Jack Daniels
A masked vandal, I′m a victim of a bad scandal
The Mad's Rambo, commando in a black Lambo
Used to gamble back when my head was scrambled
Now I′m Foghorn Leghorn eating a hand bone
Playing in a jamboree with a tambourine eating a tangerine
A backpack with a change of clothes and couple cans of beans
Wait, I sounded like Yelawolf there
, I wonder if he'd care
He seems like a pretty good guy, he probably won′t mind
So back to being Madchild
Opposite of fragile
People think I ought to rad style, fuckk Madchild

Writer(s): Shane Jason Bunting, Reece Zazulak<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com