Mongoloid

I'm a mongoloid with an ongoing convoy Tats on my face and my hands and my arms, boy I don't fuck around, boy, I am very down I'm an underdog, blue, Huckleberry Hound I used to wear a crown encrusted with fake jewels Guess I had to die so I could resurrect and make moves Most of these mainstream raps sound like Playschool Now I am Skeletor, I live in Castle Greyskull More cigarette smoke than an ashtray I am underground again like the Batcave Or a parking lot I'm in the darkest spot I'm paying rent on a loft and a parking spot I'm trying to walk these dogs but they bark a lot I am so stressed my heart could stop Man, I shred through every verse like Wolverine But I got visions of myself on the silver screen I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day While my fans be chanting Madchild, boom-bye-yae You get shot with a Glock I get shot by a Minolta You get paid by selling drugs I get paid by a promoter Now tell everybody that the game is over Madchild spit greased lightning like John Travolta Shit's real Multiple personality disorder How I feel? How come they won't allow me across the border? What's the deal? This old ox got hit by a road block In old socks with a gold Glock, got cold cocked I got no emotions like a robot Northwest King from Van to Manitoba They tried to tell me Madchild it's over But I refused to be old news like I was Hova Now I'm afraid of what I might do Looking in the mirror like, "I don't even like you" Sober and I'm dangerous, can't afford a strike two So I'll keep rapping 'til I'm ice cold and bright blue I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day While my fans be chanting Madchild, boom-bye-yae