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Madchild - The Darkest Hour - Imaginary Tears
The Darkest Hour
01. Write It Down
02. Imaginary Tears
03. Body Bag
04. Broken Record
05. Green Light
06. Double Tap
07. Badchild
08. Corleone
09. Cold Crush
10. Club 33
11. Land
12. Black and White
13. Drama
14. All I Know
Yo abominable snowman
Fuck with me that’s comical
Structure come together glued by
Strong bionic molecules
I spit hellfire, and breathe tragedy
Human flamethrower a dragon full of agony
Imagination vast vocabulary fierce
Travel through the years and
Cry imaginary tears aye
Neurotic noddy sleepwalker
I spit a blizzard, kid
It’s colder than a meat locker
Over thirty, still dirty
Kids are full of bird shit
I blurt assertively to
Murder nerdy wordsmiths bax War, tier three
Hard cock Aryan, pit bull terrier
Barred barbarian
Still making magic like I’m Harry Potter
Not very modest white like a dairy product
I’m a scary little monster carrying an axe
I will bury you, I’m bonkers
Warrior that conquers chomping at the pit
Dawg, I’m confident as fuck
So I’m stomping them to bit's little Rocky
Cocky legend with the evil voice
Fear the reaper, I go deeper
I’m the people’s choice
Every verse venomous with puncturing fangs
Whole life functioning with
The dysfunctional brain
Heart is pumping nitroglycerin
Through my veins still explosive
I’m ferocious but emotionally drained
Dreaded fist of the northwest
Little devil I’m a foreign threat
Thick lines of strychnine
Got a following of sick minds
Madchild’s a gladiator
Strong jaws, I’m a salivating alligator
Swamp creature with strong features
Don’t breach
You don’t know how long my arm reaches
Still compatible with bad apples
I’m a savage when I’m battling a track wacko
Razor sharp, slice your jugular veins
Blood stains like you dropped a
Fucking bucket of paint