Lyrical feenam an enigma Light years and eons beyond What you comprehend through modern day radio and television Servers, I pee on, like R-Kelly women In the limelight I'm primetime like Deion Through the fog I shine like X-5 Xenon Pharoahe Monch has a Sphinx Probably thinking more along the lines of Spinks like Leon I'm on some queen shit, (c'mon) I'm on some queen shit, (c'mon) You fuck around and get your faggot ass spleen split When on the mic I'm not the type to intervene wit' Jamaican house pays the [?] I mean shit I slash half assed rappers in the face and leave deep gashes I'm Hot! Give me room to rock I give heat rash This the beat bastards The master flow Jurassic Walking over water and drinking forties and acid The masses know the name alone agreed to blast it in the brains Disastrous, leave them battered and flabbergasted Multiple clashes with a hazardous man Whose hand crafted rap thrashes theirs Your honour I've seed past it My auras like a

Yo I'm going Prefontaine on you hoes Mad dope like putting cocaine up your nose yeah Those that oppose get slain I suppose yeah Mad Child spit acid rain on you hoes Gladiator on the battle brink You're better off french-kissing with a rattlesnake Fuck with Mad Child, that'll be a bad mistake Tell me how much torture can a little fucking savage take I'll go fishing and I catch a fucking rapper like a manta ray Then slice his motherfucking throat with a katana blade Rappers bugging me, I turn into a can of Raid You are not a candidate, eat you like a candy cane Veins are full of antifreeze, call me Candy Man Three times, holding tools like I'm a fucking handyman Rhymes are sweet, get delivered like a candy-gram Fuck these pussy rappers up like porno on a handycam I'm the Lawnmower Man, powerfully electric with an ongoing plan I was crazy now a calm lowly man, yeah right, I'm a lunatic with bombs blowing land I'm going Prefontaine on you hoes Mad dope like putting cocaine up your nose yeah Those that oppose get slain I suppose yeah Mad Child spit acid rain on you hoes Gladiator on the battle brink You're better off french-kissing with a rattlesnake Fuck with Mad Child, that'll be a bad mistake Tell me how much torture can a little fucking savage take Won't hear me complain, I am free from pain I am running fucking shit like Prefontaine Words spreading like they're viral, now watch them spiral Right into your brain until they break right through your firewall You can see the fire in my eyeballs scaring all my rivals Straightedge bitch, fuck a highball You get kiboshed, I'm a cyborg I'm a cyclops, I'm a rhyme lord I don't mind cops just as long as they're cool? find props mystical a werewolf Spitting like I've written everyday since I have been born Rocking diamond clothing, buying furniture from Inform I'm going Prefontaine on you hoes Mad dope like putting cocaine up your nose yeah Those that oppose get slain I suppose yeah Mad Child spit acid rain on you hoes Gladiator on the battle brink You're better off french-kissing with a rattlesnake Fuck with Mad Child, that'll be a bad mistake Tell me how much torture can a little fucking savage take Very charismatic addict, I'm a ruined idol Last year even my demo sounded suicidal This year spitting venom I'm a subhuman Walking down the street I hear my song in cars with subs booming Regurgitating rhymes like I am gargling Everybody knows that I am dope, there is no arguing Spitting sparklers, no rappers targeting Don't have to cause I marvellously raps like I am carpeting I drink Monster, I rock diamonds I rock RDS, I love rhyming I cause problems, they know I'm raising hell Now I got em worried like Carlito on the Jezebel I'm going Prefontaine on you hoes Mad dope like putting cocaine up your nose yeah Those that oppose get slain I suppose yeah Mad Child spit acid rain on you hoes Gladiator on the battle brink You're better off french-kissing with a rattlesnake Fuck with Mad Child, that'll be a bad mistake Tell me how much torture can a little fucking savage take

I had a crush on this girl, we used to smoke endo's She lived across the street I threw a rock through her window As a kid, I wasn't making any sense Screaming out her name, standing naked on a fence She called the cops, I been hating ever since Sometimes I still look back and think of what we might have been That broken glass cost me seven hundred bucks I was eleven, man, seven hundred bucks man, fuck, man I seen her the other night Hanging off a brass pole, high as a kite Dancing at a strip club, she got picked up I got my dick sucked, she got tit fucked She sucked my ball sack and licked my asshole I came in her hair, then she called me an asshole Then I called her a cab and gave her five bucks Said that's all that I have I'm addicted to being a dickhead Tell a girl anything just to get head I'm a fucking prick Shut the fuck up bitch and suck my dick I'm addicted to being a dickhead Tell a girl anything just to get head I'm a fucking prick Now, shut the fuck up bitch and suck my dick How many people get to have sex with four strippers? At the same time and it doesn't make a difference I'm a spoiled little brat, rock star lifestyle I don't want to talk, let's fuck right now Hang around and get mistreated 'cause I'm conceited If you don't like it, beat it I'll just take the next slut standing in line If you're not here to suck it, then you're wasting my time You're here to please me and serve me I'm here to make fun of you, make you feel unworthy Getting bitches takes no effort Skinny ones with no tits to big fat heifers Look a girl in the eyes and say I love her The next day, I tell my friends I never heard of her Madchild is a womanizer like no other Call me a motherfucker 'cause I'll fuck your mother I'm addicted to being a dickhead Tell a girl anything just to get head I'm a fucking prick Shut the fuck up bitch and suck my dick I'm addicted to being a dickhead Tell a girl anything just to get head I'm a fucking prick Now, shut the fuck up bitch and suck my dick Please don't call me on the phone 'Cause I live with my girl And I will say it's the wrong number And if you call me back I will find out where you live and then I will turn your life to shit So just remember that you're just a slut made for sucking balls I got a girlfriend, she broke my heart Now every night I rip a different piece of pussy apart Straight sport fucking, she's a whore fuck it Treat 'em like a piece of shit till I kick the bucket I'm so persuasive and every girl is beautiful when Madchild is wasted Rub my balls in her face and make her promise not to say shit I'll put her number in my phone then erase it I'm an asshole, face it, I just pretend when I act like a friend I'm not your homie, here's an update cupcake Just blow me and show me your best fuck face I'm addicted to being a dickhead Tell a girl anything just to get head I'm a fucking prick Shut the fuck up bitch and suck my dick I'm addicted to being a dickhead Tell a girl anything just to get head I'm a fucking prick Now, shut the fuck up and suck my dick

Yo, I said I'm dope like China white Madchild, I'm explosive like dynamite Welcome to the temple of doom My life with people that's demented Mentally loom Life is bright and sunny, then it eventually gloom Now, it's bright and sunny dummy I'm the gentlest goon Wish that I could say I had the sickest pontoon But, I am feeling all alone like I am in a ca-coon A fuckin' bafoon Baboon, up in my room I'm in a bad mood Feelin' like I am stuck in a tomb Don't ever fucin' asume Cause I got no one to impress and I got nothing to prove I'm back in the booth Dope, sellin' crack to the youth Shit is fuckin' crack and I am raping the truth Yeah, It's hard to fuckin' laugh when you are broke and depressed Talkin' to someone that's rich I wanna open their neck Watch the blood drain Sick of all the bullshit Blood stain Empty a full clip in your shit Smashin is my passion Get mangled by a hundred ugly, angry, Anglo-saxon's I don't like this new shit but What the fuck do I know? White like an albino I like vinyl I love the Beastie Boys I love the artist's cause I love ripping your fuckin heart apart, I got the hardest claws I've been around since Jaws and Deer Hunter Lyrically, I'm like Mike Tyson I'm an ear cruncher Madchild I'm a Robert De Niro in the movie Taxi I'm a wild apache A young Frank Sinatra All my rhymes are catchy Ten-thousand percent bear-brick speaking arabic Cold as fuck, I'm high up I'm on a chair-lift Flip like a jack knife Drip like a drag pipe Spit like a brave heart wearin a celp with a bag White, So, I'd love to get a copper tone tan I'm in tropic gold sand I'm an awkward old man I'm made of steel, skin of leather and a heart of fiber-glass Put the fuckin kid on hyperblast, You need to wipe your ass I'm a fuckin psycho on the mic, I go ballistic Twisted, Vicious Which gets me into mischief

On the nightstand a half micky, crown royal And like fifty fuckin roaches wrapped in tin foil Empty Nyquil, Tylenol, 5 pills Cigarettes and some honey oil Half an ounce in the hash pipe And no idea what the fuck I did last night But I don't care cause I am no longer empathetic To who I hurt including me myself and I forget it I'm on a path towards destruction and I'm almost there You coulda saved me last year when I almost cared But fuck it, I'm gone, the wall around my heart's strong Took a box, to fort knox, I'm on lock I'm sorry mamma, your only son's a disappointment I sold myself for gold watches In the kitchen, joing in, laughin in the devils face Spittin at Lucifer, crucifixing my demons I'm shootin higher than Jupiter "wow" Keep On Living, God's Forgiving No More Sorrow, Today is Tomorrow They don't understand my name They all think that I'm insane They all know I had it all but then I flushed it down the drain Things are moving way too slow I have got too far to go Stick a gun inside my mouth and blow my brains to particles Used to have a heart of gold Flow it is still arctic cold, but now my plaques are rusty and I'm reading dusty articles Thoughts that rip my skull apart I am selling sullen art Smart but hollow, hard to swallow, everything is dull and dark Listen you can understand my actions are irrational Sudden screams of shattered dreams of being international Problems with my past, I got problems with my cash flow By now I should be humble, but I'm still a fucking asshole Its mister mister mystifying, kicking rhymes, while fists are flying, gifted like its Christmas time I'm an artist with a business mind Harder than a prisoner's mind Death defying visitors bloody wrists are drying Keep On Living, Lives Forgiving No More Sorrow, Today is Tomorrow