MadChild - Drugs In My Pocket lyrics

f** this economy Cigarettes and red bull I am the provider with the spider and the Viking And on the typewriter, I am divider of the titans Faster than a motorbike and brighter than a bolt of lightning Tight is when I hold the mic explode and show the world excitement Totally enlightened and walking on a different path When I hit a verse it's like a f**ing car collision crash The rate of rebuilding my life, it isn't fast I don't care how rich I get, I'm never flying business cla** Put me in economy; I don't care who you bunch of stars Like it's astronomy and I am an anomaly The type of verses that I spit could be a real problem Ill goblin climbing up the hill, hobbling Still squabbling; unidentified flying object They wondering whats inside my closet Little, green martians and Sci-Fi projects And big, furry monsters with eyes like targets Carca** with a parka wearing a motorcycle helmet Help me: I'm a psycho with a knife and mental illness Give me a gun; I am troublesome Cause I'm quick to pop a rapper like he's bubble gum [Chorus] I got d** in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket I got d** in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket, d** in my pocket He put d** in my pocket, man, I thought that I was through with them Yeah, d** in my pocket I got d** in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them Drugs in my pocket, d** in my pocket Got a red under my bed There's a little, yellow man in my head I'm a bipolar polar bear zipping up a polar fleece Drinking Polar Ice and Pepsi Cola on a coral reef Every lyric that I spit is an oral feat Elbows on my knees, head in hands thinking 'poor, old me' I keep a strap tucked; at least a sharp blade Cause kids be playing more games than an arcade And I am not afraid: I will shoot you dead There's more snakes in this club than Medusa's head I'm still underground: call me Tomb Raider While I rap with iron jaws like Moonraker You keep lying while you tell the kids your cool fables I'll chop your f**ing head off and leave it on the pool table I'm not too stable: I am off my rocker I'll lift you while making noises like I was Chewbacca I'm f**ing dope, like I could cook the rock up He's a malacka and I'm down to knock his f**ing block off So thank-you, Mr. Ron Cavanaugh My friend's in jail for more keys than a grand piano When I say I'm hot, that means that I'm too hot to handle If I don't make it in rap, to Willie Nelson: I can rock a banjo [Chorus] I got a .38 special in the pocket of my hoodie While I shake my pill bottle see if I still got some goodies Give me a gun: I am troublesome Quick to pop a f**ing rapper like he's bubble gum I swear I'll stab him with a sharpened lead pencil Cause rappers, they got great, big heads like Fred Flintstone I'm Michael Myers with a pair of pliers First I'll eat your eyes and then I'll set your hair on fire Now call me Jason with a hockey mask Midlife crisis and I'm still a little, co*ky brat I'm tired of all these copycats I need some help: I've never felt this f**ed Cause I had everything and then I had to self-destruct Now I've got nothing but I swear that I am not complaining Signing out from Canada: Van' city where it's always raining