Rob The Viking - 50 Seven lyrics

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Rob The Viking - 50 Seven lyrics

[Verse 1:Madchild] I don't give a f** - these rappers, they are hella plain Wrap my lyrics around their heads like f**in' cellophane Half these rappers are b**h made, they hella fake Gay pride weekend is their time to celebrate I got money in my pocket but I'm pretty frugal I'm your worst f**ing nightmare, I'm Freddy Kruger Totally in tune with treachery, my secret recipe An evil leprechaun that carries lethal weaponry Little Monster spitting crazy, your uncommon fluid I'm a little bit explosive like I'm bombing fluid Atomic music, strong, abusive, I'm a blond reclusive My mind is totally gone, little King Kong, I'm gruesome I got a k**er flow, I'm fierce and I am militant That means the kids ain't f**in' lying when I'm k**in' sh** Used to be a little f**in' party crasher But now it's the invasion of the body snatchers I jump off stage, they gon' probably catch me In the mosh pit, I'm awfully obnoxious, batsh** Get stabbed with a chopstick Demented goblin with mental problems My heads revolving Madchild, you were f**in' with the wrong guy He'll banzai and do a f**in' swan dive I'm Madchild, on the mic I squash kids I'm apesh**, jump into a booth and break sh** [Verse 2] Little bad wolf drooling in a blue bonnet Mentally I'm f**ing plagued like the bubonic Ain't nobody f**ing with me cause I'm too on it ... Iron packer, guerrilla fighter, and data pirate My songs are sad and violent, that's why I got mad admirers I'm like a f**ing tank destroyer, I'm an evil infant My family love me but these other people keep their distance Please believe it, I'm an evil egomaniac Kids, they hear these crazy raps And jump for joy like Shady's back I could've made it but I lost to f**ing ?? A sneaky f** like I was Marky Mark in Contraband These words exploding in my mouth like f**ing pop rocks Feel like I'm racing Father Time holding a stop watch Things are slowly heating up like in a crock-pot Top notch, you don't like it? s** a dick with crotch rot [Verse 3] Yo, my voice is poisonous, my lyrics are the lethal-est Captain of the ship and I am fly like the Prometheus Half man, half immortal, call me Theseus Demigod to all these creepy people, I'm the freakiest I'm filled with venom and my face look like a bulldog Smoking since I'm twelve, sounding like a baby bullfrog And when it comes to spitting bars, I'm a lifer, the Pied Piper B-Rabbit, no Mekhi Phifer Nobody f** with me you celibate f**s You could s** a donkey's dick and lick an elephant's c*nt I'm a hell of irrelevant, wrath star, a black heart Nascar, I'm a fast car, the track star I've got the sickness, voices talking in my head Wouldn't mind but hear 'em talking and I think they want me dead They're plotting to a**a**inate the emperor with a temper I'm trying to find some balance in my life and find my center Listening to your a**es like I'm suffering, huffing chlorophyll Morally I'm shallow, orally - welcome to horrorville The devil's reject, I'll paint a lousy portrait Then move into a haunted house filled with a thousand corpes I sit in dark corners laughing at myself I'm a one way, third cla** pa**enger to hell And I have caused catastrophes, I'm casting up a spell I'm a ba*tard, mentally a disaster, you could tell

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