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

Shit, harsh like morning breath

Caught a coroner, use a foreigner, got em bored to death

The left bracket of the west, aw yes, would they put a ratchet to your chests

A bunch of squares like checkers, Check mate

Create like Steve Jobs, Take like Bill Gates

You Mawfuckas is late, like a hour CPT, and all you niggas is whiter than me

I rap like I write in calligraphy. Colorful shit. Paint pictures like this

Lounging in the pent house with the You all so gullible, back the Huxtables, shit, jello puddin' pop in the mix

Temple university sweaters, Man fuck Madchild, I need a thousand the better just to write letters

White up the scene, bloody redder then poinsettia

Ten steps ahead of ya, Shoot the messenger