Mad Child - Switched On 歌词

Im on some terminator kill shit
Im on some terminator
Fuck Im bionic in my tennis short
Many more for short warped Dennis the menace dwarf
Open up your mouth like Im a dentist in my premises
Hairline as bad as genesis with better penmanship
In Venice eating venosin
I miss Los Angeles, pissed off, angry
just list off languages
Manhandle a damn prime rhyme rhinoceros
Up close and personal
Like watching The Apocalypse
Wearin binoculars
Talking like Im auctioning
Toxic oxygen, boxed in with ostriches
My cock monstrous
Pocahontas and moccasins
Hot as an iguana in a sauna say the opposite
Voice hoarse like I need a box of lozenges
Go to grandmas have a bowl of soup and polish sausages
You cant process it
Blooming like a million cherry blossoms
On some awesome shit
White boy that has potential
Last samurai, camera shy, rhymes ramble longer than a camel ride
Petrify how I electrify
Textin' sexy fly bitches with my Iphone
Takin pictures of my bone
Terminator flying through your country like a cyclone
20 shows 18 bitches and then I fly home
Bad for being old as fuck and battlestar galactica
Fuckin spectacular
Teeth sharper than Dracula
Respect the spectacle you bitch
Cause Im a emaculate
Top five crackers crackin' off thats accurate
Archaic angel with a flame thrower
Some rappers reach for the sky
I guess I aim lower, Drake get 20 million
I get 40 G's
Him and 40, yo I had to run away from 40 thieves
Conduct misorderly more fucked when your bored of me
Distorted artistry I blame it all on hieroglyphics
Why me, screaming, standing on top of a pyramid?
The joke's over my life's an awful experiment
Im the fucking last Mohican, still I blast the weekend
Im passed the deep end, a deacon, inside I'm actually freaking
Older than Coleco Vision, I'm still ego driven
Night hawk, American eagle compared to feeble pigeons
Feeling groggy my sleeping habits are terrible, vision foggy maybe I'm asking for miracles
Cant compare yourself to someone that just won the lottery
Unless you're slaughterhouse no one gives a fuck if your slaughtering
Tired of being the guy that almost made it, still an unknown
King Kong blow you to kingdom come and them come home
Write another hundred dumb poems
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