Wildcard, Madchild, Slaine - Haywirish lyrics

Always had this dream when I was little
Working on my cavities with
A pack of Skittles
My backpack was full, I was skipping school
I guess even back then I
Had some different rules
Individual with the vision that's screwed up
Everything I had
It was bad I needed new luck
I would scheme a scheme trying
To get a few bucks
That was back then, this how I grew up

Yo, yo pain, it came insane and changed
The blood through my veins
The rhythm is bangin' and given this
Shit I be takin' rejection insane
When I be thinkin' of talkin' about
Ex's these people think I'm emo
I ain't' sad cause miss her
Sad because I miss her deepthroat
C4 with these flows and please
Know that I'm below
Sub zero when I freeze foes with
This Deep Blue Sea flow
Keep those enemies closer than mi amigos
I'm an Irish white boy with Spanish blood
Call me miglo
Balls are more hardcore like escorted
From court to conquering
Like words of the court and they
Morphin' into Clockwork Orange again
My origin from California then
Lived in Washington
I'm still stuck between them dawg
I feel like fuckin' Oregon
More than winning a war until I
Torture them and court them in
Through mortuary doors and leave
Them torched in crematoriums
I want to use my music for good
And heal these orphans
But, I also want more orgies with
Women than horny Mormon men
Get divorced from them after
I'm bored with them
Then I hit another four I
Grip them like a horse
I'm kidding, kinda, sorta, then
You're not ready for this kid
Like teens having abortions
Cause, I drop you dirty fucks like
A whore gettin' born again
Spit out scorpions, I rhyme
A supernatural force begins
It's like Big L took out the
Ouija board and could record again
Fix your face - Friday the 13th
And I left so many dead kids up in
Your women's mouth I call it Crystal Lake

I'm Haywirish it's like I'm Haywirish
Look I gotta bottle and a problem model
These cats wanna fist fight but I'm homicidal

City of Champions
Champagne Dreams and vigilantes
Brand name jeans
Scanty clad bitches and panties
I stash this burner in the pantry
I cock the semi-automatic weapon
Longer than gambi
You try to tell me that I can't but I can be
I push forward in this business for my family
My hustle is what Rustle is to Hip-Hop
I must admit to customers I crush
This shit and spit rocks
Hustler with just enough insanity to drip off
Bust a nut inside a slut and
Then I bite my dick off
I must admit I gotta tell the
Fuckin' trick to step off
Just another bitch upon my bucket
List to check off
Lust for this illegal substances
It's like I'm Haywirish
What are the odds I could fuck
A bitch with the AIDS virus?
Without a condom on, while she's menstruatin'
And walk away clean whistling
Like a mental patient
Hail Mary, Jesus Christ
I think I'm sent from Satan
I've been studyin' this bloody Bible
With the pencil tracin'
The tense sensation of a tumor
And a cancer patient
That's when you figure out
This is your chance to make it

I'm Haywirish it's like I'm Haywirish
Look I gotta bottle and a problem model
These cats wanna fist fight but I'm homicidal

Yeah, yo, yo i'm from the backs wolf fam
I'm stayin' positive
My throat is fucked from doing
Shows I need some lozenges
My mind is totally fucked
That's probably obvious
Still I transform from a
Little goblin into Optimus
I'm a fire breathin' iron heathen
So swallow my semen
Shit is hot, I'm a fire demon
I'm a Demigod, Master of the Universe
A lunatic, this little fucking bastard never
Ruin a verse i don't give a fuck if you
Don't think that I'm the greatest
I babble like a hyperactive retard
When I'm not sedated i take a picture with a
Fan looks like I'm constipated
But, I don't have to take a shit
I'm fucking concentrating
I keep the image in my head
That little monster made it
Rap until my tonsils are inflated
At my concert faded
But, I ain't doing fucking drugs
Dog that shit's over
I spit venom, sweat bullets and I shit cobras
Little monster got a very healthy appetite
I'm poor now
Hope I'm wealthy in the afterlife
I don't fuck around with lames
And I dodge demons
So I ain't up alone depressed
In my garage screamin'
Last night a black girl said
I got a large penis
Added I'm a harsh genius
Balls as big as Mars and Venus
My style's meticulous, ridiculous rage
I'll rip your fucking face
Off like Nicolas Cage