Madchild - The Jackel lyrics
[Madchild - The Jackel lyrics]
Yo, I changed my habitat to
Palm trees from tabernac
Now I’m pullin' playboy bunnies just
Like a rabbit trap white boy
Looking like an angry tatted cabbage patch
That flies economy
But Lola’s got a Gucci travelbag!
Lone ranger
Back on the saddle with satin saddlebags
And two chrome platinum battleaxe's
That cattle brand
I don’t battlerap as I shadowcast
Attack a pack of cackling jackals
To watch them scatter fast!
I got a new girl
Who knows how long that’ll last?
Wants me to tie her up
But said I have to put the paddle back
Master of the universe, He man
I’m back on battlecat
Mad’ll rap circles around these rappers
Hold your bladder back!
I sabotage and camouflage and
Cause an avalanche so call an ambulance
While this track keep playin a mandolin
Scrambling these words together
No one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror
Without a handsome glance!
I’m a sick and twisted
Midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision
While you’re miserably vague
I mutilate the master
Leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me
Like I’m a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like
Juggalos and twisted sister
Eleven on the richtor, sick-o
I’m a triple twister what comes around
Goes around Ill close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head
Like Bose surround sound!
Okay, remain sober, insane cobra
The evil green dragon
Pain’s over, white range rover
To silver G wagon
I watch for new popular acts
Like I got binoculars cause one day
My shit is gonna end like the apocalypse!
But ‘til then
Rapper fuck around he’s getting stamped out
Devil ain’t just knocking on my door
He’s fucking camped out!
Would someone please
Tell Lucifer I’m back to
Being a recluse again?
Every night I pray to God
With Jesus on the crucifix!
And I don’t want no problems
But the little Goblin’s gone legit
No disrespect, but following your path
My life has gone to shit!
And even though I’m dope as barrels
Full of coke and heroine
I’m happy being clean and flying
Straighter than an arrow is!
The devil’s laughing
While these rappers buy his hollow dreams
Me? I’m down with juggalos
Paint our faces like Halloween!
Cellar dweller, you're Helen Keller
I am Skeletor my juggernaut gone in 60
Seconds like an Eleanor!
I’m a sick and twisted
Midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision
While you’re miserably vague
I mutilate the master
Leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me
Like I’m a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like
Juggalos and twisted sister
Eleven on the richtor, sick-o
I’m a triple twister what comes around
Goes around Ill close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head
Like Bose surround sound!
Ayo I’m doper than a barrel in a boat
Full of heroin and coke
Still I’m straighter than an arrow in a bow!
My style’s beautiful like Marilyn Monroe
But, I’m more like Charlie Manson
When I’m tearin out your throat!
Once you get a buzz, if you lose it
It’s hard to get it back
So I’m working seven days a week while
Tryin to keep my head intact
So many rappers now
Don’t matter if you’re twice as dope
Tryna' ride a rusty bicycle back
Up an icy slope!
But due to due diligence the new villain
Of dooms not through killing it
Dude, I’m to militant
When I get in the zone
I’m an abstract evil poet
And I’m still yet to have my time
I think the people know it!
I’m in the Barker Lounge coming
Up with a darker sound
Hellhounds, and demons in my head
My dogs are barking now!
It’s fun to beast but gotta leave
The ego out of it hit the kids with love
Cause that’ll beat the evil out of'em
Backpack rapper, I am underground
It’s pretty basic just get a pad and pen and
Smokes and find a dirty basement
Little devil
I rap for angels with dirty faces
They come from hurting places
Feel it when I’m blurting statements!
I’m a sick and twisted
Midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision
While you’re miserably vague
I mutilate the master
Leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me
Like I’m a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like
Juggalos and twisted sister
Eleven on the richtor, sick-o
I’m a triple twister what comes around
Goes around Ill close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head
Like Bose surround sound!
Palm trees from tabernac
Now I’m pullin' playboy bunnies just
Like a rabbit trap white boy
Looking like an angry tatted cabbage patch
That flies economy
But Lola’s got a Gucci travelbag!
Lone ranger
Back on the saddle with satin saddlebags
And two chrome platinum battleaxe's
That cattle brand
I don’t battlerap as I shadowcast
Attack a pack of cackling jackals
To watch them scatter fast!
I got a new girl
Who knows how long that’ll last?
Wants me to tie her up
But said I have to put the paddle back
Master of the universe, He man
I’m back on battlecat
Mad’ll rap circles around these rappers
Hold your bladder back!
I sabotage and camouflage and
Cause an avalanche so call an ambulance
While this track keep playin a mandolin
Scrambling these words together
No one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror
Without a handsome glance!
I’m a sick and twisted
Midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision
While you’re miserably vague
I mutilate the master
Leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me
Like I’m a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like
Juggalos and twisted sister
Eleven on the richtor, sick-o
I’m a triple twister what comes around
Goes around Ill close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head
Like Bose surround sound!
Okay, remain sober, insane cobra
The evil green dragon
Pain’s over, white range rover
To silver G wagon
I watch for new popular acts
Like I got binoculars cause one day
My shit is gonna end like the apocalypse!
But ‘til then
Rapper fuck around he’s getting stamped out
Devil ain’t just knocking on my door
He’s fucking camped out!
Would someone please
Tell Lucifer I’m back to
Being a recluse again?
Every night I pray to God
With Jesus on the crucifix!
And I don’t want no problems
But the little Goblin’s gone legit
No disrespect, but following your path
My life has gone to shit!
And even though I’m dope as barrels
Full of coke and heroine
I’m happy being clean and flying
Straighter than an arrow is!
The devil’s laughing
While these rappers buy his hollow dreams
Me? I’m down with juggalos
Paint our faces like Halloween!
Cellar dweller, you're Helen Keller
I am Skeletor my juggernaut gone in 60
Seconds like an Eleanor!
I’m a sick and twisted
Midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision
While you’re miserably vague
I mutilate the master
Leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me
Like I’m a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like
Juggalos and twisted sister
Eleven on the richtor, sick-o
I’m a triple twister what comes around
Goes around Ill close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head
Like Bose surround sound!
Ayo I’m doper than a barrel in a boat
Full of heroin and coke
Still I’m straighter than an arrow in a bow!
My style’s beautiful like Marilyn Monroe
But, I’m more like Charlie Manson
When I’m tearin out your throat!
Once you get a buzz, if you lose it
It’s hard to get it back
So I’m working seven days a week while
Tryin to keep my head intact
So many rappers now
Don’t matter if you’re twice as dope
Tryna' ride a rusty bicycle back
Up an icy slope!
But due to due diligence the new villain
Of dooms not through killing it
Dude, I’m to militant
When I get in the zone
I’m an abstract evil poet
And I’m still yet to have my time
I think the people know it!
I’m in the Barker Lounge coming
Up with a darker sound
Hellhounds, and demons in my head
My dogs are barking now!
It’s fun to beast but gotta leave
The ego out of it hit the kids with love
Cause that’ll beat the evil out of'em
Backpack rapper, I am underground
It’s pretty basic just get a pad and pen and
Smokes and find a dirty basement
Little devil
I rap for angels with dirty faces
They come from hurting places
Feel it when I’m blurting statements!
I’m a sick and twisted
Midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision
While you’re miserably vague
I mutilate the master
Leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me
Like I’m a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like
Juggalos and twisted sister
Eleven on the richtor, sick-o
I’m a triple twister what comes around
Goes around Ill close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head
Like Bose surround sound!