Madchild - Animal Fight lyrics
[Madchild - Animal Fight lyrics]
I’m an underground hip hop tycoon
You’re a kite dancing in the wind
I’m a typhoon this isn’t a miserable prison
This is my room
Mad’s a cowboy having a showdown a high noon
Who wants to step, I welcome you to the test
Only marketing isn’t shit
But I’m arguably the best
When I’m not on drugs and
I’m obviously not on meds i’m a pirate
I’ll steal your gold in
Mahogany wooden chests
And I’m back to fucking groupies
Massagin' me on my bed
I don’t answer the phone at night
‘cause I’m probably getting head
I’m a hobbling goblin gobbling rappers
That think they’re problems here
Said I’m a goblin bitch
But down for robbing your shit
Haters and doubters have probably
Thought I’m dead got you stuck on stupid
A wobbling bobblehead
You think you're funny you dummy
I'm making money bitch
Talking shit in the rain
Out here it's fucking sunny bitch
And on this harbor, no harboring
No resentment
But on that harbor I marvel it all to tension
And people think that i'm walking
'round with my henchmen
While scheming and plotting vengeance
That's not even my intentions
My psycho analysis from psycho analysts
I'm psycho and a risk, iPhone's camera click
I video my show with the lights
On in a dark room
Light six hundred candles lit
In case I go ham and shit
They hope to catch me having a meltdown again
Like, my skull's a microwave and
My brain's a banana split
But, I can handle it
Hold the mic with a hammer grip
Got rid of all the bad companionship's
Now they're like Manny rips
Animal Fight
Yo, I'm running this division
Again, it's mine, i ran it
I've gave some people a chance, but shit
I've had it i'm holding on to bars and I
Can see their eyes panic
Hit with every sentence so hard
It's like time added
The sharpest knife in the drawer
When I grind at it
I'm adding, climatic line pattern
Rhyme addict vicious on the streets and I
Still got some enforcers and my listeners
They know my psychological tortures
Yo, I'm climbing from the bottom still
Black Chanel Balaclava, diamond bottom grill
Two missions completed, got one mission left
Spit with every vicious breath
It's the kiss of death your shit is leaking
Wouldn't want to be in your boat
Back here to turn all of
These animals into fur coats
So get the fuck out of my way homie, vámonos
Knocking over everyone at once
Line of dominoes
Madchild, I am colder than the winter games
Little Rocky playing hockey in
Versace vintage frames
Did some dumb shit that
Got some Warriors nervous back to murdering
I'm burden with a glorious purpose
Stand 5 foot 7 but I still hear some rambling
If i'm a dwarf
I'm worth money like a 4 foot companion
A champion that can't be in that
State of mind for too long the blue's gone
The true strong survived time to move on
You’re a kite dancing in the wind
I’m a typhoon this isn’t a miserable prison
This is my room
Mad’s a cowboy having a showdown a high noon
Who wants to step, I welcome you to the test
Only marketing isn’t shit
But I’m arguably the best
When I’m not on drugs and
I’m obviously not on meds i’m a pirate
I’ll steal your gold in
Mahogany wooden chests
And I’m back to fucking groupies
Massagin' me on my bed
I don’t answer the phone at night
‘cause I’m probably getting head
I’m a hobbling goblin gobbling rappers
That think they’re problems here
Said I’m a goblin bitch
But down for robbing your shit
Haters and doubters have probably
Thought I’m dead got you stuck on stupid
A wobbling bobblehead
You think you're funny you dummy
I'm making money bitch
Talking shit in the rain
Out here it's fucking sunny bitch
And on this harbor, no harboring
No resentment
But on that harbor I marvel it all to tension
And people think that i'm walking
'round with my henchmen
While scheming and plotting vengeance
That's not even my intentions
My psycho analysis from psycho analysts
I'm psycho and a risk, iPhone's camera click
I video my show with the lights
On in a dark room
Light six hundred candles lit
In case I go ham and shit
They hope to catch me having a meltdown again
Like, my skull's a microwave and
My brain's a banana split
But, I can handle it
Hold the mic with a hammer grip
Got rid of all the bad companionship's
Now they're like Manny rips
Animal Fight
Yo, I'm running this division
Again, it's mine, i ran it
I've gave some people a chance, but shit
I've had it i'm holding on to bars and I
Can see their eyes panic
Hit with every sentence so hard
It's like time added
The sharpest knife in the drawer
When I grind at it
I'm adding, climatic line pattern
Rhyme addict vicious on the streets and I
Still got some enforcers and my listeners
They know my psychological tortures
Yo, I'm climbing from the bottom still
Black Chanel Balaclava, diamond bottom grill
Two missions completed, got one mission left
Spit with every vicious breath
It's the kiss of death your shit is leaking
Wouldn't want to be in your boat
Back here to turn all of
These animals into fur coats
So get the fuck out of my way homie, vámonos
Knocking over everyone at once
Line of dominoes
Madchild, I am colder than the winter games
Little Rocky playing hockey in
Versace vintage frames
Did some dumb shit that
Got some Warriors nervous back to murdering
I'm burden with a glorious purpose
Stand 5 foot 7 but I still hear some rambling
If i'm a dwarf
I'm worth money like a 4 foot companion
A champion that can't be in that
State of mind for too long the blue's gone
The true strong survived time to move on