Madchild - Switched On lyrics

I'm on some terminated, kill shit
I'm on some terminator, aye

Fuck, I'm bionic in my tennis shorts
Many more for short warped
Dennis the Menace dwarf
Open up your mouth like I'm
A dentist in my premises
Hairline as bad as genesis
With better penmanship
In Venice eating venison
I miss Los Angeles, pissed off angry just
List off languages
Manhandle a damn prime rhyme rhinoceros
Up-close and personal like
Watching The Apocalypse wearing binoculars
Talking like I'm auctioning
Toxic oxygen, boxed in with ostriches
My cock monstrous, Pocahontas and moccasins
Hot as an iguana in a sauna, say the opposite
Voice hoarse like I need a box of lozenges
Go to grandma's
Have a bowl of soup and polish sausages
You can't process it
Blooming like a million cherry blossoms
On some awesome shit
White boy that has potential, Last Samurai
Camera shy
Rhymes ramble longer than the camel ride
Petrify how I electrify, texting sexy fly
Bitches with my iPhone
Taking pictures of my bone
Terminator flying through your country
Like a cyclone
Twenty shows, eighteen bitches
And then I'll fly home bad for being old as
Fucking Battle Star Galactica
Fucking spectacular
Teeth sharper than Dracula
Respect the spectacle you bitch
Cause I'm immaculate
Top-five crackers cracking off
That's accurate

Archaic Angel with a flamethrower
Some rappers reach for the sky
I guess I aim lower
Drake get twenty million, I get forty Gs
Him and forty
Yo I had to run away from forty thieves
Conduct disorderly
More fucked when your bored of me
Distorted artistry
I blame it all on hieroglyphics why me
Screaming standing on top of a pyramid
The joke's over
My life's an awful experiment
I'm the fucking last Mohican
And still I'll blast the weekend
I'm past the deep end
A deacon, inside I'm actually freaking
Older than ColecoVision, I'm still ego driven
Nighthawk, American eagle compared
To feeble pigeons feeling groggy
My sleeping habit's are terrible
Vision foggy, maybe I'm asking for miracles
Can't compare yourself to someone that
Just won the lottery
Unless you're Slaughterhouse no one gives
The fuck if you slaughtering
Tried of being the guy that almost made it
Still an unknown king Kong
Blow you to Kingdom Come and then come home
Write another hundred dumb poems
I'm done holmes