Switched On Madchild

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Madchild - Switched On

Исполнитель: Madchild

Название: Switched On

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Текст песни:

I'm on some terminated, kill shit
I'm on some terminator, aye

[Verse 1]
Fuck I'm bionic in my tennis shorts
Many more for short warp Dennis the Menace dwarf
Open up your mouth like I'm a dentist to my premises
Hairline as bad as genesis with better penmanship
And Venice eating Venice-in
I miss Los Angeles, pissed off angry just, list off languages
Manhandle a damn prime rhyme rhinoceros
Up-close and personal like watching The Apocalypse
Wearin' binoculars, talking like I'm auctioning
Toxic oxygen, boxed in with ostriches
My cock monstrous, Pocahontas and moccasins
Hot as an iguana in the sun will say the opposite
Voice hoarse like I need a box of lozenges
Go to grandma's, have a bowl of soup and polish sausages
You can't process it
Blooming like a million cherry blossoms or some awesome shit
White boy that has potential, last samurai
Camera shy, rhymes ramble longer than the camel rye
Petrify how I electrify, texting sexy fly
Bitches with my iphone, takin' pictures of my bone
Terminator fly into your country like a cyclone
Twenty shows, eighteen bitches, and then I'll fly home
Bad for being oldest, fucking Battle Star Galactica
Fuckin' spectacular, teeth sharper than Dracula
Respect the spectacle you bitch cause I'm immaculate
Top-five crackers cracking off, that's accurate

Arkayic Angel with a flamethrower
Some rappers reach for the sky, guess I aim lower
Drake get 20 million I get 40 G's
Him an 40 Oh I had to run away from forty theives
Conduct misorderly, more fucked when youre bored of me
Distorted artistry, I blame it on the heiroglyphics
Why me screaming, standing on top of a pyramid
The jokes over, My lifes an awful experiment
Im the fucking last Mohican
Still I blast the weekend
Im passed the deep-end
A deacon, inside Im actually freakin'
Older than Coleco Vision,
Im still ego driven
Night Hawk, American Eagle compared to feable pigeons
Feelin' groggy my sleepin' habits are terrible
Vision foggy, maybe Im asking for miracles
Cant compare yourself to someone
That just won the lottery
Unless youre Slaughterhouse
No one gives a fuck if youre slaughtering
Tired of being that guy that almost made it
Still an unknown
King King, blow you to Kingdom Come
And then come home
. Write another hundred dumb poems
. Im done homes


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