Madchild - Mr. Peter Parker Freestyle lyrics
[Madchild - Mr. Peter Parker Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah, Mad Child from Swollen Members
Battleaxe Warriors, what up?
Mr peter Parker, I'm an evil adult
I'm fuckin' fly like Batman from
The League of Shadows
I'm a harsh-speakin' heathen with
A breathin' problem
I spit blue and yellow flames and
Then I'll eat a goblin
I'm The Incredible Hulk as far as these flows
But my body and face turn blue
When I'm in beast mode
Now it's the calming of the beast
Uncommonly I'm rhymin' like I
Vomit up a feast jet Li
It's a problem now that I have been unleashed
I'm a giant riot
Watch for flyin' iron in the streets
Last year, I was nothin' but a lyin' junkie
Trippin' on fuckin' pink elephants
And flyin' monkeys but now I'm back
I got the hunger of a great white
On the streets with a steak knife, yellin'
"I hate life" mr peter Parker
Nobody comin' darker than Mad Child
I rap like I am barkin' in an argument
Walkin' through a dark apartment
Armed with empty cartridges
And rip the hearts apart from
Rotten carcasses with Parkinson's
Yeah, it's The Last of the Mohicans
From traffickin' on weekends to laughin'
In the deep end snot nose
Laughin' from the acid while I'm peakin'
To poppin' 20 80's every day
Then I was freakin'
Compassion is a weakness that your
Enemies will not share
They don't care if you're screamin'
That is not fair
A lot of rappers out full of hot air
Tryin' to be clever, yeah
But mentally they're not there
I was dealt a bad hand like a card player
Tryin' to embark upon a mission
From a dark lair
A lot of rappers out full of hot air
Tryin' to be clever, yeah
But mentally they're not there
Mad Child, I am still killin'
And these are crooked comics from
A comic book villain i'm Canadian
Don't think of us as foreign people
Cause we play hockey
Wear tuques and drink Orange Pekoe
We are Battleaxe Warriors, there's no equal
I know kids that got more
Tools than Home Depot
I don't got a man purse or wear bar clothes
We don't not talk like the movie Fargo
I'm spittin' bars like the karate chop
Quick to make a body drop
Leave so many dents you need a body shop
Actin' unappropriate from Tokyo to Van
Godzilla, breathin' fire when I'm in Tokyo
Japan proud to be Canadian
My brain made of titanium
My tongue slice sharper than the
Sword of an Arabian sharper than a vampire's
Fangs from Transylvania
Tryin' to start a craze like
It was 80's Hulkamania
I spit venom, grown cobra, stoned soldier
Ice cold
I'm a snow blower with a cold shoulder
Not the quite ridiculous cause
This is situation
Put me in the mental hostpital
I'll be the sickest patient
I'll leave these rappers for
Dinner without no reservation get it
The sickest patient? I need medication
Battleaxe Warriors, what up?
Mr peter Parker, I'm an evil adult
I'm fuckin' fly like Batman from
The League of Shadows
I'm a harsh-speakin' heathen with
A breathin' problem
I spit blue and yellow flames and
Then I'll eat a goblin
I'm The Incredible Hulk as far as these flows
But my body and face turn blue
When I'm in beast mode
Now it's the calming of the beast
Uncommonly I'm rhymin' like I
Vomit up a feast jet Li
It's a problem now that I have been unleashed
I'm a giant riot
Watch for flyin' iron in the streets
Last year, I was nothin' but a lyin' junkie
Trippin' on fuckin' pink elephants
And flyin' monkeys but now I'm back
I got the hunger of a great white
On the streets with a steak knife, yellin'
"I hate life" mr peter Parker
Nobody comin' darker than Mad Child
I rap like I am barkin' in an argument
Walkin' through a dark apartment
Armed with empty cartridges
And rip the hearts apart from
Rotten carcasses with Parkinson's
Yeah, it's The Last of the Mohicans
From traffickin' on weekends to laughin'
In the deep end snot nose
Laughin' from the acid while I'm peakin'
To poppin' 20 80's every day
Then I was freakin'
Compassion is a weakness that your
Enemies will not share
They don't care if you're screamin'
That is not fair
A lot of rappers out full of hot air
Tryin' to be clever, yeah
But mentally they're not there
I was dealt a bad hand like a card player
Tryin' to embark upon a mission
From a dark lair
A lot of rappers out full of hot air
Tryin' to be clever, yeah
But mentally they're not there
Mad Child, I am still killin'
And these are crooked comics from
A comic book villain i'm Canadian
Don't think of us as foreign people
Cause we play hockey
Wear tuques and drink Orange Pekoe
We are Battleaxe Warriors, there's no equal
I know kids that got more
Tools than Home Depot
I don't got a man purse or wear bar clothes
We don't not talk like the movie Fargo
I'm spittin' bars like the karate chop
Quick to make a body drop
Leave so many dents you need a body shop
Actin' unappropriate from Tokyo to Van
Godzilla, breathin' fire when I'm in Tokyo
Japan proud to be Canadian
My brain made of titanium
My tongue slice sharper than the
Sword of an Arabian sharper than a vampire's
Fangs from Transylvania
Tryin' to start a craze like
It was 80's Hulkamania
I spit venom, grown cobra, stoned soldier
Ice cold
I'm a snow blower with a cold shoulder
Not the quite ridiculous cause
This is situation
Put me in the mental hostpital
I'll be the sickest patient
I'll leave these rappers for
Dinner without no reservation get it
The sickest patient? I need medication