Madchild - Mental lyrics

I spit ferocious fireballs
The kids are all excited
I pour petroleum on your
Linoleum and light it
On a podium, I'm causing pandemonium
Sodium and nitrate
Second greatest rapper in the white race
Might've been the spider venom
Might've been the snake bite
Fuck with me and find out what
A metal pipe will taste like
I'm explosive like a Molotov cocktail
Lyrics get around the kids
Quick like fuckin' hotmail
Involuntarily, solitary confinement
I've no one to confide in
Quiet in my environment
Mentally, I'm way off balance and off kilter
Brains, we ought to wack - that's
Why I rap without a filter
Perverted matador


I tackle bulls and try to mount 'em
So many personalities
Don't bother trying to count 'em
My life is a crazy rollercoaster
Call me Magic Mountain
I'm throwing boulders
They're exploding - mouth's
A fuckin' fountain

I'm mental
That's just the way that it goes, dog
Canadian but you could keep the
Rain and the snowballs
I love palm trees, sitting in the sunshine
Learning quick - my rhymes
They are ridiculously sublime
Stupid shit, but the way that I combine
My wordplay
Smartest rapper out with a dumb mind
Sometimes I kind of miss the
Clouds and the rain
Cause that's what helped me get the blues
MadChild is proudly insane

I went from backpack, to snapbacks
To lab rats on acid
Spit anthrax, the band's back
This man's raps are massive
Completely gone bananas
Whipping up within bonanza
Short like Dan DeVito
Still the boss like Tony Danza
Now stick your damn hands up
This here is a robbery
Hobblin' like a goblin and my
Brain is a little wobbly
I'm probably the height of a
Hobbit that's hobnobbin' in Oz
With a couple wonderful wizards
I've got problems the plot thickens
I'm stuck up in the mud again
Utterly disgusting when I'm muttering my foot
Up in your anal hole
It's unexplainable cause I'm the awesomest
Blossom from a possum
Stick my cock down your esophagus
Narcissist, I'm also an arsonist
From an orphanage
Cock is way too big for my body
It's unproportionate
Morph into a profitable author
Mad's a novelist
Of course I'm still a mess and I'm depressed
It's probably obvious

I'm fuckin' mental
That's just the way that it goes, dog
Canadian but you could keep the
Rain and the snowballs
I love palm trees, sitting in the sunshine
Learning quick - my rhymes
They are ridiculously sublime
Stupid shit, but the way that I combine
My wordplay
Smartest rapper out with a dumb mind
Sometimes I kind of miss the
Clouds and the rain
Cause that's what helps me get the blues
MadChild is proudly insane

I lost my mind a long time ago
Hot with the rhyming though
Fall in line like dominos
Light it up, vamanos
My flow is all kind of dope
Something like a line of coke
Streets is cold, go and grab my heater
That's my kind of coat
Rain, hell, sleet, or snow
Shit you never know but to each his own
Pops back from prison, guess the preach is on
Watch your tone
Battleaxe Warriors are not alone
Smoke a zone, to the dome
I can't leave this life alone
Murder on this microphone
Living in a Cali daze get familiar
This serial killer is in his final phase
And my path ain't bathe, every brick is laid
Fuck it, I'm paid
Light a j and just fade away
Fuck what they say, I ain't listening
Son, I'm like a christening
Keep it rolling like Michelin
You don't know shit about positions
That I've been up in
Vent again, grind for the benefit
You want to see the end of it