What? Nah, nah I'm good, I'm a recording artist. What? Taxes?
These rappers talk like felons but they're all fake villains
Mad Child 'bout to erupt like Mount St. Helens
I don't give a fuck if I hurt your feelings
Get your helmet cracked, I'm a silverback gorilla
Yeah, this is quantum physics
Little monster will stomp on you daunted midgets
I've lived a life full of wrong decisions
I got condoms for conjugal visits with blonde haired midgets
Monsters, mongrels and wizards, this is ongoing
I'm throwing bombs in a blizzard
This is calculated long division
I got a strong condition, my funds are insufficient
That was a really fucking long intermission
Now I'm going all out, and I ain't asking for permission
While I gather up my arsenal you couldn't wrap a parcel
You're a harsh farce marshmallow with an arsehole
I don't wear bar clothes, I'm not getting the bar code
Tatted on my arm bro, you couldn't hit a barn door
My aim's perfect, you ain't worth it
Perfectly wired circuitry, hurt you like I'm Hercules
Then paint my face cause inside I'm a dark circus freak
Lurking through the forest with a black axe handle
Wax candles, dropping acid, drinking Jack Daniels
A masked vandal, I'm a victim of a bad scandal
Now Mad's Rambo, commando in a black Lambo
Used to gamble back when my head was scrambled
Now I'm Foghorn Leghorn eating a ham bone
Playing a jamboree with a tambourine eating a tangerine
A backpack with a change of clothes and a couple cans of beans
Wait, I sounded like Yelawolf there, I wonder if he'd care
He seems like a pretty good guy, he probably won't mind
Come back to being Mad Child, opposite of fragile
People think I got a rad style, fuck Mad Child!
Fuck Mad Child man, fuckin' ex-fuckin' junkie. Who does he
Think he is trying to come back and have a rap career? Isn't
He fuckin' Canadian? He's not even allowed into America. What
A fuckin' idiot. Who does that guy think he is man? I need to
Listen to some Waka Flocka or some Gucci Mane, some fuckin' Flow
