Young Aspect - Tiger Blood lyrics
[Intro] Yeah. What up? This is Mad Child. The little bad wolf. My hat game tight. My shoe game tight. I just need some more jeans [Verse One] It's the Vatican a**a**in Mind of a warlock Radical with pa**ion Lines when the doors lock I'm never getting sick of myself Cause I'm not from this particular molecular realm First I'll k** you then I'll pack you in the back of my van My vernacular's attackin' ya like Dracula's fangs Pimp slap a rapper with the back of my hand What else can I say? I'm spectacular man I have your whole damn team f**ing neutralized I'm Freddie Kruger with a Luger to your book of lies Have your whole House Slaughtered like Crooked I Make a girl's mouth water when I'm walking by Make her my concubine Time to start the battle I'm puttin' words together like playing a game of Scrabble No time for dilly dally, no time for dibble dabble I'll rip a rapper, crack a Snapple in his Adams Apple I'm quick to wrap a la**o around these stupid a**holes Tell 'em that I'm back and I'm the new king of the castle So now I'm international They say I act irrational Grocery shoppin' in my slippers and a f**in' bathrobe [Hook] Drug filled nights with p**n stars and orange bras Smashed up hotel rooms and driving foreign cars I'm superhuman I don't think that I'll die Answer to a higher calling in a blink of an eye I, I, I Don't think that I'll die Fireworks come out my mouth like it's the 4th of July And I don't listen to these trolls they are so lame I got tiger's blood running through my gold veins [Verse Two] I got a lot of personalities they're all on the ball I'm trying to pull myself together cause divided we fall I'm trying to make it to the top, I'm excited and all But this is hard work, a lot of f**in' writing involved I got posters of Lil' Wayne and Eminem on my wall I put 'em on a sliding door so I can hide 'em from y'all I'm dusting off my board and waiting for a spider to crawl I call my parents they're like, "Oh, look who decided to call." Damn I can't seem to get it right Lot of crazy thoughts doin' laps through my head at night Okay, yeah I know, I sound pathetic right? f**in pathetic, must be, cause I just said it twice These days I only go to God to get some good advice When I spit a rap I hit you harder than a metal pipe Harder than a hammer and I'm sharp as a machete slice Rappers dustin' off their shoulders like they got a head of lice (So cool man) A bunch of f**in' bozos Listen to the verse I need to pop a couple No Doz Hope you get the picture like a photo Low pro Plus I got the hunger of a hobo [Hook] [Verse Three] I quit d**, I had to stay strong Most of my friends, yo I had to run away from Now I'm Mr. Lonely like Akon sh** brick, piss butane, and spit napalm I'll leave you flat like a starfish I'm trying to build an Enterprise like a Starship While I keep spreading fire like an arsonist So every show I do, they call the fire department Insane asylums inside my apartment You can complain but that's not my department This is my turf I'm a white Smurf I keep throwing knuckle balls with a slight curve Thinkin' to myself "Man, this might work" Give it all I got, hope it doesn't take my life first Used to have a tour bus, now we drive a caravan Now I'm banned from anywhere that is American Everyday I lose a couple extra hair strands Couple steps away from karaoke and an air band [Hook]