Why do you work so much more than so many other people?
I'm very good at what I do
I'm not denying that
I'm really very good at what I do (what?)
It's something that I'm uniquely designed for (nah)
(Nah I'm good, I'm a recording artist)
(What? Taxes?)
These rappers talk like felons but they're all fake villains
Madchild 'bout to erupt like Mount St. Helen's
I don't give a f*ck if I hurt your feelings (nope)
Get your helmet cracked, I'm a silver back gorilla
Yea, this is quantum physics (yeah)
"Little Monster" will stomp on you daunted midgets
I've lived a life full of wrong decisions
I got condoms for conjugal visits (oh)
With blonde haired midgets, monsters, mongrels and wizards
This is on-going, I'm throwing bombs in a blizzard
This is calculated long division
I got a strong condition, my funds are insufficient (oh)
It was a really f*ckin' long intermission
Now I'm goin' all out, and I ain't askin for permission
While I gather up my arsenal, you couldn't wrap a parcel
You're a harsh farce marshmallow with a asshole
Shit, harsh like morning breath
Caught a coroner, use a foreigner, got 'em bored to death
The left bracket of the west, aw yes
Where they put a ratchet to your chest
A bunch of squares like checkers, Check mate
Create like Steve Jobs
Take like Bill Gates
You motherf*ckers is late, like a hour CPT
And all you niggas' whiter than me
I rap like I write in calligraphy
Colorful shit, paint pictures like this
Lounging in the pent house at the Ritz
You on some gullible, Dr.Huxtable shit
Jello puddin' pop in the mix
Temple University sweaters, man f*ck Madchild
I need a thousand or better just to write letters
White up the scene, bloody redder then poinsettia
Ten steps ahead of ya
Shoot the messenger
Madchild - Fuck Madchild Lyrics
Madchild - Fuck Madchild Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Why do you work so much more than so many other people?
I'm very good at what I do
I'm not denying that
I'm really very good at what I do (what?)
It's something that I'm uniquely designed for (nah)
(Nah I'm good, I'm a recording artist)
(What? Taxes?)
These rappers talk like felons but they're all fake villains
Madchild 'bout to erupt like Mount St. Helen's
I don't give a f*ck if I hurt your feelings (nope)
Get your helmet cracked, I'm a silver back gorilla
Yea, this is quantum physics (yeah)
"Little Monster" will stomp on you daunted midgets
I've lived a life full of wrong decisions
I got condoms for conjugal visits (oh)
With blonde haired midgets, monsters, mongrels and wizards
This is on-going, I'm throwing bombs in a blizzard
This is calculated long division
I got a strong condition, my funds are insufficient (oh)
It was a really f*ckin' long intermission
Now I'm goin' all out, and I ain't askin for permission
While I gather up my arsenal, you couldn't wrap a parcel
You're a harsh farce marshmallow with a asshole
Shit, harsh like morning breath
Caught a coroner, use a foreigner, got 'em bored to death
The left bracket of the west, aw yes
Where they put a ratchet to your chest
A bunch of squares like checkers, Check mate
Create like Steve Jobs
Take like Bill Gates
You motherf*ckers is late, like a hour CPT
And all you niggas' whiter than me
I rap like I write in calligraphy
Colorful shit, paint pictures like this
Lounging in the pent house at the Ritz
You on some gullible, Dr.Huxtable shit
Jello puddin' pop in the mix
Temple University sweaters, man f*ck Madchild
I need a thousand or better just to write letters
White up the scene, bloody redder then poinsettia
Ten steps ahead of ya
Shoot the messenger
I'm very good at what I do
I'm not denying that
I'm really very good at what I do (what?)
It's something that I'm uniquely designed for (nah)
(Nah I'm good, I'm a recording artist)
(What? Taxes?)
These rappers talk like felons but they're all fake villains
Madchild 'bout to erupt like Mount St. Helen's
I don't give a f*ck if I hurt your feelings (nope)
Get your helmet cracked, I'm a silver back gorilla
Yea, this is quantum physics (yeah)
"Little Monster" will stomp on you daunted midgets
I've lived a life full of wrong decisions
I got condoms for conjugal visits (oh)
With blonde haired midgets, monsters, mongrels and wizards
This is on-going, I'm throwing bombs in a blizzard
This is calculated long division
I got a strong condition, my funds are insufficient (oh)
It was a really f*ckin' long intermission
Now I'm goin' all out, and I ain't askin for permission
While I gather up my arsenal, you couldn't wrap a parcel
You're a harsh farce marshmallow with a asshole
Shit, harsh like morning breath
Caught a coroner, use a foreigner, got 'em bored to death
The left bracket of the west, aw yes
Where they put a ratchet to your chest
A bunch of squares like checkers, Check mate
Create like Steve Jobs
Take like Bill Gates
You motherf*ckers is late, like a hour CPT
And all you niggas' whiter than me
I rap like I write in calligraphy
Colorful shit, paint pictures like this
Lounging in the pent house at the Ritz
You on some gullible, Dr.Huxtable shit
Jello puddin' pop in the mix
Temple University sweaters, man f*ck Madchild
I need a thousand or better just to write letters
White up the scene, bloody redder then poinsettia
Ten steps ahead of ya
Shoot the messenger
Writer: Jason Smith, Reece Zazulak, Shane Bunting
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.