Madchild, Slaine, Prevail - Grenade Launcher lyrics

Mad Child and C-Lance, we formed an alliance
Fuck these bitches
We the horniest ornery giants
The way I rap's mathematics
It's sort of a science your rap's wack
I leave 'em fuckin' mortified, dog
I terrorize my rhymes are more than
Fuckin' clean, holmes, they're sterilized
Sometimes I lean so hard I need a kickstand
I wrestle alligators and I dance on quicksand
I call a rapper Tin Man cause he got no heart
Each line's an arrow dipped in
Poison from a blow dart
Yeah, these rappers they got no parts
Me against them's a Maserati to a go-kart
These young punks
They think they're so smart i might be old
But I'm the sickest fuckin' old fart
I'm so much better
You can blame it on the age difference
You got your party clothes on
I'm wearing beige slippers
I give a fuck about a club
It's just a meat market
These girls will open up their legs
Like it was free parking
Of course I like to fuck
But there's no challenge
I must have fucked a thousand
Bitches since we dropped Balance

The law of averages says we win again!
Hand grenade parade, we blowin' up
Pull the pin!
And then, boom! Make room for Swollen, man
And then, bang! It's a battleaxe thing

Street fight, pit fight, red nose, blue nose
Old school vinyl so cold like blue note
Head spin, head win fills up the sails with
Prevail's gifts, press to lean
My recipe is very secret
See my destiny inscribed on a tablet stone
Rappers leave rap alone unless
It's in your chromosomes
Monsters in your closet, watch it
Turn you to skeleton bones
Think you Mr hardcore
Callin' you Gelatin Jones
Look upon my Boardwalk Empire, Al Capone
You think you "Lucky" like Luciano
Test my bravado
Over this piano leave you cold
And you won't see tomorrow
Sorrow follows, hollows sleepy
Headless Horseman, the water rush deeply
Percussion real freaky
Bang drums like a marching band
Art form swarms like the wasp
In the savage lands sting with the poison of
November born scorpions

The older I get
The more crazy and sicker I think
I got a wet brain from all
The fuckin' liquor I drink
I wake up broke and obsessed
About stickin' a Brink's
Fuck a bitch raw, dog
And wash my dick in the sink
Nah, dog, I ain't saved a penny I made
I just stay up all night
Rockin' with that Henny brigade
I done been around the world
Fuckin' Kimmy and Jade brenda and Holly
I'll prolly end up skinny with aids
Golly, I took some molly, bitch
You really wanna party? Good
You can ride the white horse
All the way to Hollywood
You can be a Harvard
A starlet and have a TV show
Charlotte, once you get me started
You should see me go
In the company of Mad Men, I'm the CEO
Yeah, I got a fat fuckin'
Stomach and a greasy flow
Nobody likes me cause I'm ignorant
A cocky fuck try and battle me
I'll fuckin' slap you like a hockey puck