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madchild – double tap lyrics

[verse 1] a$ton matthews
i’m not henry bahmer
switchblade from jeffery dahmer
playing swimming pools as i dive in rhianna
get to the chopper. hundred round blocker
singing like the phantom of opera
that fat b-tch getting off?
sick speed at the kickoff
maserati, karate chop their t-ts off
these b-tches know a n-gg- merry b-tch off
open up her mouth to have a place to rinse my d-ck off
we young and we brazy
i’d jump the gun in your lady so i could punch on the baby
face first into the xylophone
double up on styrofoam
except the much of this gravy, p-ssy
so f-ck you, suck a d-ck, pay me
i bring the ruckus. these raindrops don’t need a bucket
the smitten is flooded, put your f-cking limbs on the budget
young flex, pac teyo can suck it
f-ck it

[verse 2] madchild
yo
i’m r-t-rdedly clever
work harder than ever
thousand dollar cardigan sweaters
modern furniture, collecting art
clothes custom j-panese
doing shows to get the dough
kids jump like it’s a trampoline
zombie k!ller, ruled one, always doubled back
never one shot to the head, always a double tap
wrapping like i’m bubble wrap
a neighborhood in double taps
troubled cat. now i’m chopping like i’m a lumberjack
i’m the bomb yelling allahu akbar
underground rapper getting p-ssy like a popstar
i’m trying to pro up ‘till i’m tow up and obnoxious
louis vuitton box full of rolex watches
i’m not a kid, i saw jaws and f-cking star wars
now i’m ’bout to cop a new ferrari for my carport
making money’s easy, the hard part’s saving
that’s why i stay off hypebeast, or i’d go crazy
from opening at shows, now i’m doing double encores
skating through life like i’m in venice on a longboard
crazy days are over, i was mainly a rebel
now i rip it up in every town like the tasmanian devil

[verse 3] fashawn
uh
set it off
feel like i done said it all
except for my repertoire’s deep as a reservoir
uh
wack a n-gg- in the head like a tetherball
from poet to predator
unloading these metaphors
the pharoahe explode i’ma double barrel
drag queens claiming they’re kings, sing ‘em a carol
with this chopper, there’s no hiding in my jeans
i copped it out in oakland they go “yadadadamean”
plotting on this cream. i need it
i got it if it’s green
i’m obviously c-cky ‘cause i’m clean
california kid claim they spotted him in queens
like nasir in the scene, sn-tching dollars from a fiend
m-ss appeal is the mafia, the regime
still acc-mulating cream off kush, codeine
proceed to smoke weed
i’m 35-point o’s for cheap
young boy, i’m low key
b-mpin c-bo drinking olde e
feeling like the old me
gold bottle match the gold link
sake so hard in the grill, knock off the goatee
your gold teeth, for thinking po sweet

[outro]
(sample from madchild’s interview with darren rose)

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