MadChild - Black Belt lyrics
It's all up in my head Aye, aye It's all up in my head It's all up in my head I'm from Canada, I'm from Canada Used to be an addict now I'm cleaner than a janitor Open up my mouth its rapid fire from a banana clip Shoot a bunch of manikins, I'm a f**ing anarchist I want a Grammy, our formats the Juno Americans look at us like we're Borat or Bruno I don't bathe got cooties still get my kudos Warlock from Pluto, black belt in Judo I do a bunch of lines and get a red nose like Rudolf Watching p**no wacking off in front of my computer Last eight months I've been straighter than a ruler And my medulla oblongata is a barracuda But it's a cold world man, colder than a cooler It's cold out there man, people have gotten crueler I'm tryin' to get fat rub my belly like Buddha And make a million spittin' punchlines like Luda [Chorus] I'm going crazy inside my head The sun is going black and the sky's gone red Will I wake up in the morning or will I be dead There is something very wrong with me I'm going crazy inside my head The sun is going black and the sky's gone red Will I wake up in the morning or will I be dead There is something very wrong with me I want it all dog, I want it all dog The money that I make is mine keep your paws off Under my bed I got a Glocc and it's sawed off I breathe fire, spit lightning and rap my balls off Yeah, I am narcissistic Plus a shark at business My art is dark and twisted On the roof I'm getting chased, by two cop vets Trying to memorize my verse for DjBooth.net And life is full of pain and d**h no antidote Life is f**ing hard, I wish this sh** came with a manual I guess that's why they read the Bible, it's Mr. Suicidal You wanna live right, do the opposite that I do Listen this is arson I'm a vicious martian I leave you sleeping with the fishes it's the headless horseman I was a friendless orphan, that got offended often Now I'm a splendid boyfriend making an endless profit [Chorus] And where I live there ain't nobody that is better than me So I just rap in front of mirrors, my competitor's me Now I'm battling myself, battling myself I will k** you they will dissect your anatomy in hell Assault Battery, my batteries are recharged I'll k** your whole f**ing album, with three bars Yo that stupid customs officer's a retard I need to get back in the States, with the green card Skin kind of oily, my blood start boiling I send you across the table lying flatter than a doily Lucky like a four leaf clover super Grover flying down and Punching out a ruthless group of stupid ogres Imagine if Jughead and Veronica Were listening to Jay Electronica while Reggie rolled the chronic up Always stay on my guard wishing on a falling star Walking down the street look like I'm 'bout to rob an armored car I keep my lid low, I keep my brow frowned Looking at the gas attendant like you better bow down I'm a Boondock Saint wearing tube socks a new glocc And 2Pac playin