Super Ill Villian (Explicit)-Madchild

Super Ill Villian (Explicit)

歌手:Madchild

时间:2011-02-15

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Super I'll Villain - Mad Child

Bounty hunter like Boba Fett

Inspector Gadget with the go-go jet

People look at me saying “Boy that man bad”

Warrior like Braveheart Troy and Mad Max

Striker with the battle axe mic I can shatter that

Glad I got my shadow back riding in the Cadillac

Coupe de Ville chilling super ill villain

Won't let me in the States but my group's still killing

You don't really want to try to hurt my feelings

That's when your blood could squirt to the ceiling

Rob Vike chilling Prev-one chilling

What more can I say I'm still in

Even though I'm not there still top billing

Ice-T got away with songs about cop killing

I was being good that's what I call raw dealings

Aw f**k it I don't even care I'mma leave it there

I'm lucky to be even f**king breathing air

Hey Mad Child crawl into a corner and die

I can't do that I still must try

This is all I'm put on this earth for

All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war

Cops still treat me like I am in a gang

But how could I be I don't do anything

All I do is stay home write rhymes and work out

Praying everything is gonna work out

Hey to make it in this game is like winning the jackpot

These days you don't need a label just a laptop

Rapping has failed and turned into a crackpot

So I suggest a second job if you a have-not

Anything selling *** pouring blacktop

You can't eat off Facebook getting mad props

Old and broke that sh*t'll leave you in a bad spot

Shooting videos with grandma's kitchen as the backdrop

Okay I know my time is coming feel like I'm gonna blast off

Cause I got nothing left to lose I rap my a** off

I listen to these rappers mad soft

Cause everybody sound the same flash mob

See I can do that too but it won't last dog

So I said f**k it and choose to do exact opp

So how I'm gonna turn this sh*t into a cash crop

Sh*t I'mma keep on spitting till the last drop

Hey Mad Child crawl into a corner and die

I can't do that I still must try

This is all I'm put on this earth for

All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war

Cops still treat me like I am in a gang

How could I be I don't do anything

All I do is stay home write rhymes and work out

Praying everything is gonna work out

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