Jackel
I got that hunger back like Thundercat
Yeah, this is Madchild
The little goblin is back
The Canadian werewolf has now moved to LA
Yo, I changed my habitat to palm trees from tabernac
Now I'm pullin' playboy bunnies just like a rabbit trap
White boy, lookin' like an angry tatted cabbage patch
That flies economy, but Lola's got a Gucci travel bag!
Lone ranger, back on the saddle with satin saddlebags
And two chrome platinum battleaxes that cattle brand
I don't battle rap as I shadow cast
Attack a pack of cackling jackals to watch them scatter fast!
I got a new girl, who knows how long that'll last?
Wants me to tie her up, but said I have to put the paddle back
Master of the universe, he-man, I'm back on battle cat
MaDo RaP, circles around these rappers, hold your bladder back!
I sabotage and camouflage and 'cause an avalanche
So call an ambulance, with this track keep playin' a mandolin
Scramblin' these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!
I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague
Ay, I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague (ahh)
Sometimes I paint my face like Juggalos and Twisted Sister (hey)
11 on the Richter, sicko, I'm a triple twister
What comes around, goes around, I'll close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
Okay, remain sober, insane cobra, the evil green dragon
Pain's over, white Range Rover, to silver G wagon
I watch for new popular acts like I got binoculars
'Cause one day, my shit is gonna end like the apocalypse!
But 'til then, rapper fuck around he's getting stamped out
The devil ain't just knocking on my door, he's fucking camped out!
Would someone please tell Lucifer I'm back to being a recluse again?
Every night I pray to God with Jesus on the crucifix!
And I don't want no problems, but the little goblin's gone legit
No disrespect, but following your path, my life has gone to shit!
And even though I'm dope as barrels full of coke and heroine
I'm happy being clean and flying straighter than an arrow is!
The devil's laughing, while these rappers buy his hollow dreams
Me, I'm down with juggalos, paint our faces like Halloween!
Cellar dweller, you're Helen Keller, I am skeletor
My juggernaut gone in 60 seconds like an Eleanor!
I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague
Ay, I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
So, rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like Juggalos and Twisted Sister
11 on the Richter, sicko, I'm a triple twister
What comes around, goes around, I'll close you down, clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
Ayo I'm doper than a barrel in a boat, full of heroin and coke
Still, I'm straighter than an arrow in a bow!
My style's beautiful like Marilyn Monroe
But I'm more like Charlie Manson, when I'm tearin' out your throat!
Once you get a buzz, if you lose it, it's hard to get it back
So, I'm working seven days a week while tryin' to keep my head intact
(Hold on Shane) so many rappers now, don't matter if you're twice as dope
Tryna' ride a rusty bicycle back up an icy slope!
But due to due diligence the new villain of dooms not through killing it
Dude, I'm too militant, when I get in the zone, I'm an abstract evil poet
And I'm still yet to have my time, I think the people know it!
I'm in The Barker Lounge, coming up with a darker sound
Hellhounds, and demons in my head, my dogs are barking now!
It's fun to beast, but gotta leave the ego out of it
Hit the kids with love, 'cause, that'll beat the evil out of 'em
Backpack rapper, I am underground, it's pretty basic
Just get a pad and pen and smokes and find a dirty basement
Little devil, I rap for angels with dirty faces
They come from hurting places, feel it when I'm blurting statements!
I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague
Ay, I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like Juggalos and Twisted Sister
11 on the Richter, sicko, I'm a triple twister
What comes around, goes around, I'll close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
Yeah, I'm from Battleaxe Warriors (ay)
We're five thousand strong (that's what's up) Back Squat
Fucken killin' it
Yeah, this is Madchild
The little goblin is back
The Canadian werewolf has now moved to LA
Yo, I changed my habitat to palm trees from tabernac
Now I'm pullin' playboy bunnies just like a rabbit trap
White boy, lookin' like an angry tatted cabbage patch
That flies economy, but Lola's got a Gucci travel bag!
Lone ranger, back on the saddle with satin saddlebags
And two chrome platinum battleaxes that cattle brand
I don't battle rap as I shadow cast
Attack a pack of cackling jackals to watch them scatter fast!
I got a new girl, who knows how long that'll last?
Wants me to tie her up, but said I have to put the paddle back
Master of the universe, he-man, I'm back on battle cat
MaDo RaP, circles around these rappers, hold your bladder back!
I sabotage and camouflage and 'cause an avalanche
So call an ambulance, with this track keep playin' a mandolin
Scramblin' these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants
I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance!
I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague
Ay, I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague (ahh)
Sometimes I paint my face like Juggalos and Twisted Sister (hey)
11 on the Richter, sicko, I'm a triple twister
What comes around, goes around, I'll close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
Okay, remain sober, insane cobra, the evil green dragon
Pain's over, white Range Rover, to silver G wagon
I watch for new popular acts like I got binoculars
'Cause one day, my shit is gonna end like the apocalypse!
But 'til then, rapper fuck around he's getting stamped out
The devil ain't just knocking on my door, he's fucking camped out!
Would someone please tell Lucifer I'm back to being a recluse again?
Every night I pray to God with Jesus on the crucifix!
And I don't want no problems, but the little goblin's gone legit
No disrespect, but following your path, my life has gone to shit!
And even though I'm dope as barrels full of coke and heroine
I'm happy being clean and flying straighter than an arrow is!
The devil's laughing, while these rappers buy his hollow dreams
Me, I'm down with juggalos, paint our faces like Halloween!
Cellar dweller, you're Helen Keller, I am skeletor
My juggernaut gone in 60 seconds like an Eleanor!
I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague
Ay, I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
So, rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like Juggalos and Twisted Sister
11 on the Richter, sicko, I'm a triple twister
What comes around, goes around, I'll close you down, clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
Ayo I'm doper than a barrel in a boat, full of heroin and coke
Still, I'm straighter than an arrow in a bow!
My style's beautiful like Marilyn Monroe
But I'm more like Charlie Manson, when I'm tearin' out your throat!
Once you get a buzz, if you lose it, it's hard to get it back
So, I'm working seven days a week while tryin' to keep my head intact
(Hold on Shane) so many rappers now, don't matter if you're twice as dope
Tryna' ride a rusty bicycle back up an icy slope!
But due to due diligence the new villain of dooms not through killing it
Dude, I'm too militant, when I get in the zone, I'm an abstract evil poet
And I'm still yet to have my time, I think the people know it!
I'm in The Barker Lounge, coming up with a darker sound
Hellhounds, and demons in my head, my dogs are barking now!
It's fun to beast, but gotta leave the ego out of it
Hit the kids with love, 'cause, that'll beat the evil out of 'em
Backpack rapper, I am underground, it's pretty basic
Just get a pad and pen and smokes and find a dirty basement
Little devil, I rap for angels with dirty faces
They come from hurting places, feel it when I'm blurting statements!
I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague
Ay, I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead
Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague
Sometimes I paint my face like Juggalos and Twisted Sister
11 on the Richter, sicko, I'm a triple twister
What comes around, goes around, I'll close you down clown
Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound!
Yeah, I'm from Battleaxe Warriors (ay)
We're five thousand strong (that's what's up) Back Squat
Fucken killin' it
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Writer(s): Reece Zazulak, Shane Ralph
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