Tiger Blood

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

It's the Vatican assassin

Mind of a warlock

Radical with passion

Lines when the doors lock

I'm never getting sick of myself

Cause I'm not from this particular molecular realm

First I'll kill 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 fucking 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 lasso around these stupid assholes

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 fuckin' bathrobe

Drug filled nights with porn 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

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 fuckin' 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?

Fuckin 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 fuckin' 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

I quit drugs, I had to stay strong

Most of my friends, yo I had to run away from

Now I'm Mr. Lonely like Akon

Shit 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