Why do you work so much more than so many other people? I'm very good at what I do I'm not denying that I'm really very good at what I do (what?) It's something that I'm uniquely designed for (nah) (Nah I'm good, I'm a recording artist) (What? Taxes?) These rappers talk like felons but they're all fake villains Madchild 'bout to erupt like Mount St. Helen's I don't give a fuck if I hurt your feelings (nope) Get your helmet cracked, I'm a silver back gorilla Yea, this is quantum physics (yeah) "Little Monster" will stomp on you daunted midgets I've lived a life full of wrong decisions I got condoms for conjugal visits (oh) With blonde 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 (oh) It was a really fuckin' long intermission Now I'm goin' all out, and I ain't askin for permission While I gather up my arsenal, you couldn't wrap a parcel You're a harsh farce marshmallow with a asshole Shit, harsh like morning breath Caught a coroner, use a foreigner, got 'em bored to death The left bracket of the west, aw yes Where they put a ratchet to your chest A bunch of squares like checkers, Check mate Create like Steve Jobs Take like Bill Gates You motherfuckers is late, like a hour CPT and all you niggas' whiter than me I rap like I write in calligraphy Colorful shit, paint pictures like this Lounging in the pent house at the Ritz You on some gullible, Dr.Huxtable shit Jello puddin' pop in the mix Temple University sweaters, man fuck Madchild I need a thousand or better just to write letters White up the scene, bloody redder then poinsettia Ten steps ahead of ya Shoot the messenger
Written by: Jason Smith, Reece Zazulak, Shane Bunting
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