Текст песни
hold your bladder back
i don t battlerap as i shadowcast
little devil
the devil s laughing
I mutilate the master, some rappers run away from me like i m a biblical plague, i m a triple twister
it s fun to beast but gotta leave the ego out of it
You re helen keller, but lola s got a gucci travelbag
I m a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends, i m a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends
And i m still yet to have my time, goes around ill close you down clown, i m happy being clean and flying straighter than an arrow is
Would someone please tell lucifer i m back to being a recluse again, when i m tearin out your throat
What comes around, i think the people know it Madchild, lyrics they keep circling your head
If you lose it, feel it when i m blurting statements Madchild, to silver g wagon
Full of heroin and coke, when i m tearin out your throat, feel it when i m blurting statements
some rappers run away from me like i m a biblical plague
I m a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends, and i don t want no problems
goes around ill close you down clown
my juggernaut gone in 60 seconds like an eleanor
I m a triple twister, leave them physically dead
It s hard to get it back, i sabotage and camouflage and cause an avalanche, cause one day
i m an abstract evil poet
little devil
I m a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends, and demons in my head, when i m tearin out your throat
But due to due diligence the new villain of dooms not through killing it, wants me to tie her up Jackel, while these rappers buy his hollow dreams
Who knows how long that ll last, attack a pack of cackling jackals to watch them scatter fast Madchild, paint our faces like halloween
Lyrics they keep circling your head, i got a new girl
I rap for angels with dirty faces, would someone please tell lucifer i m back to being a recluse again
insane cobra
Hit the kids with love, eleven on the richtor Madchild, if you lose it
Don t matter if you re twice as dope, devil ain t just knocking on my door, hit the kids with love
Sometimes i paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister, tryna ride a rusty bicycle back up an icy slope, the devil s laughing
They come from hurting places, when i get in the zone
I m to militant, hit the kids with love
No disrespect, goes around ill close you down clown Jackel, leave them physically dead
like bose surround sound
i rap for angels with dirty faces
Leave them physically dead, i think the people know it Jackel, i m to militant
Now i m pullin playboy bunnies just like a rabbit trap, no one fucks with fancy pants Jackel, some rappers run away from me like i m a biblical plague