Little Monster Blend

Banned from America

Like I'm a bad judge of character

Bullshit...

I tried to get into the states they weren't having it

Going through my bag like a bunch of savages

Customs agent looking like he's mad at me

Cause I got friends that look like Sons of Anarchy

Knew that I'm a rapper, guess he's not a fan of me

Looking at me crazy was pure insanity

Ten hours go by not panicking

I just sat there still like a mannequin

I was laughing they kept asking me what gang I'm in

He started being nicer cause I didn't use profanity

I thought what's the point [?] Shit... I'll be a gentleman

Instead of being an ass hole pumped up on adrenaline

Thinking to myself I can't believe I'm red flagged

I love the States how the fuck I'm gonna get back [?]

It's not like I’m smuggling drugs

All of this because I hang out with a couple of thugs

(It's a bunch of bullshit man to tell you the truth...)

(I've been to America a hundred and fifty times)

Hey, it's Madchild the super Ill villain

(I need to get back to my people)

The Canadian werewolf is not getting into America right now

(Without the evidence I'm blocked)

I'ma move back

Battleaxe Warriors hold that shit down for me

([?] Let me back)

To make it in this game's like winning the Jackpot

These days you don’t need a label, just a laptop

Rap is failed and turned into a crack pot

So i suggest a second job if you we're have not

Anything, selling drugs, pouring black top

You can't eat off Facebook getting mad props

Old and broke that shit'll leave you in the best spot

Shooting videos with grandma's kitchen as the back drop

OK, I know my time is coming

Feel like I’m gonna blast off

Cause I got nothin' left to lose or rap my ass off

I listen to these rappers, mad soft

Cause everybody sounds the same, flash mob

See I could do that too but it won't last dog

So I said fuck it and i choose to do exact op'

So how am I gonna turn this shit into a cash crop

Shit I'ma keep on spitting 'til the last drop

Hey Madchild crawl into a corner and die

I can't do that I still must try

This is all I'm put on this earth for

All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war

Cops still treat me like I am in a gang

But how can I be [?] I don't do anything

All I do is stay at home write rhymes and work out

Praying everything is gonna work out

Word out

I'm staying focused keeping the circle tight

Focusing on what matters

Fuck this economy

Cigarettes and Monster

Shouts out to all the Battleaxe Warriors, my family

Okay, look

I'm a bi-polar polar bear Zipping up a polar fleece

Drinking polar ice and Pepsi Cola on a coral reef

Every lyric that I spit it's an oral feat

Elbow on my knees head in hands thinking poor old me

I keep a strap tucked, at least a sharp blade

Cause kids be playing more games than an arcade

And I am not afraid I will shoot you dead

There's more snakes in this club than Medusa's head

I'm still underground, call me tomb raider

While I rap with iron jaws like Moonraker

You keep lying while you tell the kids your cool fables

I'll chop your fucking head off and leave it on the pool table

I'm not too stable I am off my rocker

I lift you up while making noises just like it was chewbacca

Fucking dope, like I just cooked a rocker

He's a malarka and I’m down to knock his fucking block off

So thank you Mr. Ron Cavanaugh

My friend's in jail for more keys than a grand piano

When I say I'm hot that means that I'm too hot to handle

If don't make it to rap to Willy Nelson I could rock a Banjo

I got drugs in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket

I got drugs in my pocket, man I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket

Who put drugs in my pocket [?] Man I thought that I was through with them

Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket

I got drugs in my pocket, I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket

Got a red under my bed

There's a little yellow man in my head

That's what's up man

I'm a fucking lyrical tyrant

Little bad wolf, I’m a serious problem

I'm a fucking little beast

I'm so razor sharp right now man

(You know you want it)

(You know you want to get high)

Run for your lives motherfuckers

(You know you need to let me out)

Nah fuck that

(You know you need to get stoned)

(You can't escape my clutches)

Hey fuck you man, everything is going good man

I'm finished with that