Young Aspect - Tom Cruise lyrics

[Verse 1] I write in short form Cause I'm a warped dwarf that gargles chloroform Broke a foreign store - in chops, just cause I had a warrent for 'em I'm f**in' touring more My fans, they are my family They're keeping me away from doing d** and going gambling If I am home too long I feel like strangling So when my thoughts start scrambling The anger in me gets me tangled annually I write down goals I must achieve and check 'em manually Rambling in the studio 'til I'm sure there's no man handling me Play you like a mandolin Eat you like a damn panini Flipping like a Dolphin Dan Marino with a Lamborghini Couple groupie bimbos, b**bies popping out their damn bikinis I wrangle wrestlers, ha**le 'em and wrestle 'em Whip a la**o around these a**holes, make a f**in' mess of 'em I'm masculine, their messages are full of fluff and estrogen I'm guessing all of this testosterone Is what makes me an awesome gnome Floss 'em 'til my co*k's a f**in' fossil bone [Hook: MadChild] MadChild is immaculate Wack with a crack faculty Rolling like tobacco leaves After they've dried naturally Accolades from laying tracks like a rap factory Get sacked, cause I'm back tackling raps like I'm an athlete Quit your cackling, sh** is just spectacular Vernacular is sharper than the fangs that hang from Dracula k** a silhouette cause I'm iller there ain't no filling lace Bad boy, I'll beat you with four pop cans in a pillow case [Verse 2] I remember days of saying, "Hey, check out my roster holmes" Yo Little Monster's home from concerts, writing constant poems Busting it up on Posturepedic mattresses with actresses The fact is that I'm back more accurate than maps and atlases But I'm not sure if I lost game or my attractiveness But it seems that my activities have dropped on s**ual activeness What, am I blacklisted from p**n stars and actresses? May be the most eligible bachelor that just spat vicious Once we get it cracking, f** you 'til I break your back b**hes You're no different than the last b**h is Half riches, half fame Half of you don't even know my real name, that's real lame Giving up your p**y just to feel fame Had to trade my heart in for an artery with a steel frame And part of me thinks maybe you're retarded What's the deal babe? What... Just cause I'm famous I don't feel pain? You don't think you're talking to somebody that's got a real brain? I despise all of your lies, I just ain't got time to call you out Polishing my wallet means that's all it about I knew I couldn't love her, it's another freaking falling out k**in' it to laugh, fulfill my prophecy of ballin' out [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm eating porridge in a storage locker, in a pair of orange joggers Life is boring for a blogger, f** a foreign torn swapper Kids on computers, little co*ky farts and smart mouths Crazy talking crappy a** apartments out in Dartmouth Explosive like I'm Shady with eighty grenade launchers And I'm the Little Monster, the Palladium playing concerts So yeah my brain's bonkers Praying my name conquers Creeping from Waikiki to Albuquerque to Yonkers Still Street Fighting saying, "Hyuka" like I'm Blanca Maneuver like a juvenile's abuse, without a sponsor You ain't tough, you're a Tonka Truck I'm combination of a fire breathing dragon that's wrestling with a monster truck It's really nonsense, silly like Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, I'll get back to you when I'm conscious I'm an upper cla** puppet master, sipping a cup of Shasta Tougher cause I've outlasted And suffered through some rough disasters This time I ain't calling you a b**h, you're a f**in' ba*tard So s** your mother's a**hole, you stupid f**in' a**hole [Hook] [Outro] Back sharper than ever I'm razor sharp With a broken heart And here's a token fart