Madchild - Kamikaze lyrics

I’m a little monster, yup, little mobster
Thirty days, thirty songs, thirty girls
Thirty concerts
I’m never wearing Abercrombie
Rocking Red Dragon but I’m
Airing out my laundry
Thumbs up like the Fonzie
Now it’s Happy Days rappers I decapitate
Hack em' with the axes blade
I don’t got my taxes paid but
Murder every track I make
My friends keep banging but I’m
Hanging like a macrame
You see me getting aggravated
You should back away
Drink six Red Bulls and smoke a pack a day
Madchild, ex-gangster, fucked for life
Back me in the corner
Shank you with the rusty knife
I’m a crazy white boy Charles Manson
Every time I rhyme


Shine like the Green Lantern
I have to learn how to handle my life
I had to go to anger management twice
Going going back back to Cali Cali
Where everything’s nice
Got the ‘64 Impala with the dangling dice
And my Daytons shine bright off
Of the Los Angeles lights
Like Dilated, Mad work the Angles at night
Yeah Mad work the angles at night

Now don’t compare me to these other clowns
Cause the difference is realness
Difference is realness
In life there’s gonna be some ups and downs
Still got issues to deal with
Issues to deal with
But, if you love the nightlife
Put your hands up high
If you like to get right
Throw your hands up high
If you make your own moves
And create your own rules
Well alright then, well alright then

I’m stomping on the concrete
Rocking to a crunk beat
Puffing on some skunk weed, jeans Red Monkey
My gold chain chunky i’m just bullshitting
That ain’t me dawg nah I’m just bullshitting
Madchild’s a vicious pitbull
You a small kitten
These rappers claim freestyles but
They all written
I got the meanest vocals, call me Nino Loco
Living la vida loca
Flipping weed and keys of coca
I’m working out looking like a Ninja Turtle
Cooler than a Popsicle but I
Got obstacles to hurdle
Plus these raps I gotta murder
Armed and mellow like I’m Donatello
Let my body turn to Jello
Now I’m back fully developed
Revive a dying dream
We are not a dying breed
Soul controller, Coca Cola
Moka Only lime green

Used to light drugs going the night
Clubs now my shit gone
But my eyeballs looked like
Light bulbs switched on

Now don’t compare me to these other clowns
Cause the difference is realness
Difference is realness
In life there’s gonna be some ups and downs
Still got issues to deal with
Issues to deal with
But, if you love the nightlife
Put your hands up high
If you like to get right
Throw your hands up high
If you make your own moves
And create your own rules
Well alright then, well alright then

Sometimes I get so depressed I can’t
Get off of the couch
My loft looks like it’s occupied
By Oscar the Grouch
My car looks like I traded
It for 80s and weed
But it’s a fairly new Mercedes
I just made it a heap people say fuck
Here come that Canadian freak
Long fingernails, smell like he ain’t
Been bathing in weeks, aw shit
I’m coming out like I’m a bat out of hell
The way I rap, write
And fuck like I just got outta jail
Now I can do what he can do
But he can’t do what I do
I make you take a peek-a boo
And see the freak inside you
Cause, I’ve developed a quite
Fulfilling psychedelic drug
Plus I’m fire-repellent
I’m a psycho villain cause
Shit is still fucked up today but
It might be fine tomorrow
Otherwise I’m going kamikaze
Say your sayonara

I hit you like a torpedo
I’m killing all these rappers that are more
Than Oakie-Doke from Canada to Tokyo
And when I die they’ll build a
Statue with the quote below:
"Best looking white rapper with
A broken nose"

Now don’t compare me to these other clowns
Cause the difference is realness
Difference is realness
In life there’s gonna be some ups and downs
Still got issues to deal with
Issues to deal with
But, if you love the nightlife
Put your hands up high
If you like to get right
Throw your hands up high
If you make your own moves
And create your own rules
Well alright then, well alright then