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    Little Monster Blend
    (专辑: Dope Sick - 2012)
    
    Banned from America  Like I'm a 
bad judge of character  Bullshit...   I 
tried to get into the 
states they weren't having it  Going through my bag like a 
bunch of savages  Customs agent looking like he's mad at me  Cause I 
got friends that look like Sons of Anarchy  Knew that I'm a 
rapper, guess he's not a 
fan of me  Looking at me crazy was pure insanity  Ten hours go by not panicking  I 
just sat there still like a 
mannequin  I 
was laughing they kept asking me what gang I'm in  He started being nicer cause I 
didn't use profanity  I 
thought what's the 
point [?] Shit... I'll be a 
gentleman  Instead of being an ass hole pumped up on adrenaline  Thinking to myself I 
can't believe I'm red flagged  I 
love the 
States how the 
fuck I'm gonna get back [?]  It's not like I'm smuggling drugs  All of this because I 
hang out with a 
couple of thugs   (It's a 
bunch of bullshit man to tell you the 
truth...)  (I've been to America a 
hundred and fifty times)  Hey, it's Madchild the 
super Ill villain  (I need to get back to my people)  The 
Canadian werewolf is not getting into America right now  (Without the 
evidence I'm blocked)  I'ma move back  Battleaxe Warriors hold that shit down for me  ([?] Let me back)   To make it in this game's like winning the 
Jackpot  These days you don't need a 
label, just a 
laptop  Rap is failed and turned into a 
crack pot  So i 
suggest a 
second job if you we're have not  Anything, selling drugs, pouring black top  You can't eat off Facebook getting mad props  Old and broke that shit'll leave you in the 
best spot  Shooting videos with grandma's kitchen as the 
back drop   OK, I 
know my time is coming  Feel like I'm gonna blast off  Cause I 
got nothing left to lose or rap my ass off  I 
listen to these rappers, mad soft  Cause everybody sounds the 
same, flash mob  See I 
could do that too but it won't last dog  So I 
said fuck it and i 
choose to do exact op'  So how am I 
gonna turn this shit into a 
cash crop  Shit I'ma keep on spitting 'til the 
last drop   Hey Madchild crawl into a 
corner and die  I 
can't do that I 
still must try  This is all I'm put on this earth for  All my other friends are busy caught in a 
turf war  Cops still treat me like I 
am in a 
gang  But how can I 
be [?] I 
don't do anything  All I 
do is stay at home write rhymes and work out  Praying everything is gonna work out  Word out   I'm staying focused keeping the 
circle tight  Focusing on what matters  Fuck this economy  Cigarettes and Monster  Shouts out to all the 
Battleaxe Warriors, my family   Okay, look  I'm a 
bi-polar polar bear Zipping up a 
polar fleece  Drinking polar ice and Pepsi Cola on a 
coral reef  Every lyric that I 
spit it's an oral feat  Elbow on my knees head in hands thinking poor old me  I 
keep a 
strap tucked, at least a 
sharp blade  Cause kids be playing more games than an arcade  And I 
am not afraid I 
will shoot you dead  There's more snakes in this club than Medusa's head  I'm still underground, call me tomb raider  While I 
rap with iron jaws like Moonraker  You keep lying while you tell the 
kids your cool fables  I'll chop your fucking head off and leave it on the 
pool table  I'm not too stable I 
am off my rocker  I 
lift you up while making noises just like it was chewbacca  Fucking dope, like I 
just cooked a 
rocker  He's a 
malarka and I'm down to knock his fucking block off  So thank you Mr. Ron Cavanaugh  My friend's in jail for more keys than a 
grand piano  When I 
say I'm hot that means that I'm too hot to handle  If don't make it to rap to Willy Nelson I 
could rock a 
Banjo   I 
got drugs in my pocket and I 
don't know what to do with them  Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket  I 
got drugs in my pocket, man I 
don't know what to do with them  Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket  Who put drugs in my pocket [?] Man I 
thought that I 
was through with them  Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket  I 
got drugs in my pocket, I 
don't know what to do with them  Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket   Got a 
red under my bed  There's a 
little yellow man in my head   That's what's up man  I'm a 
fucking lyrical tyrant  Little bad wolf, I'm a 
serious problem  I'm a 
fucking little beast  I'm so razor sharp right now man   (You know you want it)  (You know you want to get high)  Run for your lives motherfuckers  (You know you need to let me out)  Nah fuck that  (You know you need to get stoned)  (You can't escape my clutches)  Hey fuck you man, everything is going good man  I'm finished with that  
 
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