MadChild - Super Ill Villain lyrics

It's Mad Child the super ill villain The Canadian werewolf if not getting into America right now But I'll be back Battle axe warriors hold that sh** down for me Bounty hunter like Boba Fett Inspector Gadget with the go-go jet People look at me saying, Boy that man bad Warrior like Braveheart, Troy, and Mad Max Striker with the battle axe, mic I can shatter that Glad I got my shadow back riding in the Cadillac Coupe de Ville chilling. Super ill villain Wont let me in the States but my groups still k**ing You dont really want to try to hurt my feelings Thats when your blood could squirt to the ceiling Rob Vike chilling, Prev-one chilling What more can I say? Im still in Even though Im not there still top billing Ice-T got away with songs about cop k**ing I was being good, thats what I call raw dealings Aw f** it, I dont even care Imma leave it there Im lucky to be even f**ing breathing air Hey Mad Child, crawl into a corner and die I cant do that, I still must try This is all Im put on this earth for All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war Cops still treat me like I am in a gang But how could I be? I dont do anything All I do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out Praying everything is gonna work out Hey to make it in this game is like winning the jackpot These days you dont need a label, just a laptop Rapping has failed and turned into a crackpot So I suggest a second job if you a have-not Anything, selling d**, pouring blacktop You cant eat off Facebook getting mad props Old and broke, that sh**ll leave you in a bad spot Shooting videos with grandmas kitchen as the backdrop Okay, I know my time is coming, feel like Im gonna blast off Cause I got nothing left to lose, I rap my a** off I listen to these rappers, mad soft Cause everybody sound the same, flash mob See I can do that too but it wont last dog So I said f** it and choose to do exact opp So how Im gonna turn this sh** into a cash crop? sh**, Imma keep on spitting till the last drop Hey Mad Child, crawl into a corner and die I cant do that, I still must try This is all Im put on this earth for All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war Cops still treat me like I am in a gang How could I be? I dont do anything All I do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out Praying everything is gonna work out