Madchild - Tom Cruise lyrics

I write in short form
Cause, I'm a warped dwarf
That gargles chloroform
Broke a foreign store - in chops
Just cause I had a warrent for 'em
I'm fuckin' touring more
My fans, they are my family
They're keeping me away from doing
Drugs and going gambling
If I am home too long I feel like strangling
So when my thoughts start scrambling
The anger in me gets me tangled annually
I write down goals I must
Achieve and check 'em manually
Rambling in the studio 'til I'm sure
There's no man handling me
Play you like a mandolin
Eat you like a damn panini
Flipping like a Dolphin
Dan Marino with a Lamborghini
Couple groupie bimbos


Boobies popping out their damn bikinis
I wrangle wrestlers
Hassle 'em and wrestle 'em
Whip a lasso around these assholes
Make a fuckin' mess of 'em i'm masculine
Their messages are full of fluff and estrogen
I'm guessing all of this testosterone
Is what makes me an awesome gnome
Floss 'em 'til my cock's
A fuckin' fossil bone

MadChild is immaculate
Wack with a crack faculty
Rolling like tobacco leaves
After they've dried naturally
Accolades from laying tracks like
A rap factory get sacked
Cause, I'm back tackling raps
Like I'm an athlete
Quit your cackling, shit is just spectacular
Vernacular is sharper than the fangs
That hang from Dracula
Kill a silhouette cause I'm iller
There ain't no filling lace bad boy
I'll beat you with four pop
Cans in a pillow case

I remember days of saying, "Hey
Check out my roster holmes"
Yo, Little Monster's home
From doing concerts, writing constant poems
Busting it up on Posturepedic
Mattresses with actresses
The fact is that I'm back more
Accurate than maps and atlases
But, I'm not sure if I
Lost game or my attractiveness
But it seems that my activities
Have dropped on sexual activeness
What, am I blacklisted from
Porn stars and actresses?
May be the most eligible bachelor
That just spat vicious
Once we get it cracking
Fuck you 'til I break your back bitches
You're no different than the last bitch is
Half riches, half fame
Half of you don't even know my real name
That's real lame
Giving up your pussy just to feel fame
Had to trade my heart in for
An artery with a steel frame
And part of me thinks maybe you're retarded
What's the deal babe? What
Just cause I'm famous I don't feel pain?
You don't think you're talking to somebody
That's got a real brain?
I despise all of your lies
I just ain't got time to call you out
Polishing my wallet means that's all it about
I knew I couldn't love her
It's another freaking falling out
Killin' it 'till I fulfill my
Prophecy of ballin' out

I'm eating porridge in a storage locker
In a pair of orange joggers
Life is boring for a blogger
Fuck a foreign torn swapper
Kids on computers
Little cocky farts and smart mouths
Crazy talking crappy ass apartments
Out in Dartmouth
Explosive like I'm Shady with
Eighty grenade launchers
And I'm the Little Monster
The Palladium playing concerts
So yeah my brain's bonkers
Praying my name conquers
Creeping from Waikiki to
Albuquerque to Yonkers
Still Street Fighting saying
"Hyuka" like I'm Blanka
Maneuver like a juvenile's abuse
Without a sponsor
You ain't tough, you're a Tonka Truck
I'm a combination of a fire breathing dragon
That's wrestling with a monster truck
It's really nonsense
Silly like Willy Wonka's chocolate Factory
I'll get back to you when I'm conscious
I'm an upper class puppet master
Sipping a cup of Shasta
Tougher cause I've outlasted
And suffered through some rough disasters
This time I ain't calling you a bitch
You're a fuckin' bastard
So suck your mother's asshole
You stupid fuckin' asshole

Back sharper than ever i'm razor sharp
With a broken heart and here's a token fart