Madchild - Mongoloid lyrics
[Madchild - Mongoloid lyrics]
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 I 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 till I'm
Ice cold and bright blue
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 I 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 till I'm
Ice cold and bright blue