Madchild - Pallbearer lyrics
[Madchild - Pallbearer lyrics]
Like I was Shabba Ranks
Caved in, no baggy pants
Tryin' to get my swing back like Bangarangs
I took some pills but not for medical reasons
Inner demon's on the outside
Aesthetically pleasing
Yeah I'm back home in my rap zone
While I snap, homes
Skeleton with the cracked stone
Heart dipped in black chrome
Elegantly, I grind
Trap the trucks on some rag bones old school
I'ma let that slide like your backbone
I ain't tryin' to fuck with these old lames
Or these no names i walk with no regret
I got no shame for my old ways
Tired of missing the old days
Fuck it, I'll make some new days
All these rappers fruity
Eat a bucket of blueberries
Constructive criticism isn't what I'm after
Made some bad decisions
I'm a vision of disaster
Fast learner and a cash earner
I'm here to kill these artists once again
Bitch, it's mass murder
Hi there
MadChild, I am back up in my highchair
And I have done so much dumb shit
But why should I care?
And life can be a fucking bitch
It isn't quite fair
And I have done so much bad shit
I'm still a nightmare hi there
MadChild, I am back up in my highchair
And I have done so much dumb shit
But why should I care?
And life can be a fucking bitch
It isn't quite fair
And I have done so much bad shit
I'm still a nightmare
I'm a war horse on morphine
From corpse to warp speed
I've lost my hunger
Of course, I'll force feed
So hungry, said that I could eat a horse
No more horse meat was married to the game
But then that dumb whore divorced me
Spoken art from another rapper
With a broken heart
Mad without Lola's like Jimmy
Hendrix with no guitar
Show, I'm a boatload of
Coke straight from Bogota
My vocal box'll choke you hopeless locals off
Did nothing properly, I still feel numb
If you don't protect your property
The wolves will come
We all behold evil and good
I might not pull the trigger anymore
But, I got some people that would
And I just need a damn
Good reason to breathe evil
Like, fuck it, my mind's gone
I'm leaving with these people lethal
To even a he's probably so broken
No reason to believe him
Hi there
MadChild, I am back up in my highchair
And I have done so much dumb shit
But why should I care?
And life can be a fucking bitch
It isn't quite fair
And I have done so much bad shit
I'm still a nightmare hi there
MadChild, I am back up in my highchair
And I have done so much dumb shit
But why should I care?
And life can be a fucking bitch
It isn't quite fair
And I have done so much bad shit
I'm still a nightmare
Caved in, no baggy pants
Tryin' to get my swing back like Bangarangs
I took some pills but not for medical reasons
Inner demon's on the outside
Aesthetically pleasing
Yeah I'm back home in my rap zone
While I snap, homes
Skeleton with the cracked stone
Heart dipped in black chrome
Elegantly, I grind
Trap the trucks on some rag bones old school
I'ma let that slide like your backbone
I ain't tryin' to fuck with these old lames
Or these no names i walk with no regret
I got no shame for my old ways
Tired of missing the old days
Fuck it, I'll make some new days
All these rappers fruity
Eat a bucket of blueberries
Constructive criticism isn't what I'm after
Made some bad decisions
I'm a vision of disaster
Fast learner and a cash earner
I'm here to kill these artists once again
Bitch, it's mass murder
Hi there
MadChild, I am back up in my highchair
And I have done so much dumb shit
But why should I care?
And life can be a fucking bitch
It isn't quite fair
And I have done so much bad shit
I'm still a nightmare hi there
MadChild, I am back up in my highchair
And I have done so much dumb shit
But why should I care?
And life can be a fucking bitch
It isn't quite fair
And I have done so much bad shit
I'm still a nightmare
I'm a war horse on morphine
From corpse to warp speed
I've lost my hunger
Of course, I'll force feed
So hungry, said that I could eat a horse
No more horse meat was married to the game
But then that dumb whore divorced me
Spoken art from another rapper
With a broken heart
Mad without Lola's like Jimmy
Hendrix with no guitar
Show, I'm a boatload of
Coke straight from Bogota
My vocal box'll choke you hopeless locals off
Did nothing properly, I still feel numb
If you don't protect your property
The wolves will come
We all behold evil and good
I might not pull the trigger anymore
But, I got some people that would
And I just need a damn
Good reason to breathe evil
Like, fuck it, my mind's gone
I'm leaving with these people lethal
To even a he's probably so broken
No reason to believe him
Hi there
MadChild, I am back up in my highchair
And I have done so much dumb shit
But why should I care?
And life can be a fucking bitch
It isn't quite fair
And I have done so much bad shit
I'm still a nightmare hi there
MadChild, I am back up in my highchair
And I have done so much dumb shit
But why should I care?
And life can be a fucking bitch
It isn't quite fair
And I have done so much bad shit
I'm still a nightmare