|
Show em what you got kid
LL Mad Child is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care if you tell
Yeah I excel, they all fail
That's why Mad Child rock the bells
Getting into fights ain't a problem of mine
Cause I always do my thing when it's clobbering time
All I leave is a gloomy corpse
Cause I'm still on fire like the Human Torch
Forever Swollen Members but burn you solo
Mad Child says, "Flame on" no homo
I'm a pyro, watch me spiral
Back into the '90s like De La and Hyro
I'm from Canada, an awful climate
And I rap like my brainwaves are off alignment
Yeah, I'm in the desert high on peyote
Eyes popping out like Wile E. Coyote
Knock knock they don't wanna let me in
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
Dress like a G, tattoos on my skin
Saying that I'm guilty of all seven sins
Knock knock they don't wanna let me in
Trying to stop Mad from what I could have been
You can huff, you can puff, you can snag all my friends
But I'm Little Bad Wolf, this is not the end
Yo 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
Started being nicer cause I didn't use profanity
I thought, what's the point? I'll be a gentleman
Instead of being an a*****e 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 just because I hang out with a couple of thugs?
|
|
