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madchild - hellbound lyrics

turn this up, b-tch

[verse 1: madchild]
i’m known for being late, famous for being a f-ck up
kids around me – little backstabbers, bunch of suck ups
they want a piece of my pie but i ain’t sharing any
do i look like i’m wearing a bunch of gold – b-tch, i ain’t wearing any
when it comes to writing songs, bars very scary
beats bang f-ckin’ hard – sauce, peri peri
i get up inside these bars like i’m a part-tion
archaic god’s with me like the archbishop
make you say, “holy sh-t, it’s a hard mission”
everybody’s turnt up, rapper with a dark vision
n0body gave a flying f-ck but now they’re starting to listen
ice in my veins, i’m a sergeant with a heart condition
marching through the marsh, got an army that is riding
exactly where we’re going – b-tch, i haven’t quite decided
everything i need, they told me, “god – he will provide it”
great, i’m hoping one day he puts a bentley in my driveway

[hook: madchild]
the devil’s got bugattis for sale
benz truck, porsche, maseratis as well
b-tches by the boatload, filling up your c0ke nose
hope we don’t end all up in the bottom of h-ll

the devil’s got bugattis for sale
glock 9s, aks, shotties as well
bulletproof vest, cover bodies up well
don’t get shot, end up in the bottom of h-ll

[verse 2: madchild]
yo, wake up in the middle afternoon like, “why bother?”
i should get down on my knees, pray to my father
million rappers nowadays, they should try harder
little f-ckin’ insects, i’m a flyswatter
your little kids think they’re hot, homie i’m hotter
future masked marauder, laughing while i rap and slaughter
i’m disgusting, trust me, don’t lack l-ster
terminology ten years ago was wack – buster
2014, aggressive track crusher
fack flusher, bunch of liars so their acts suffer
open up your mouth, facef-ck you with an apr-n on
f-ck you on the kitchen counter, have ya like a saint bernard
sick sapien, i rip sh-t, i’m way beyond
anybody on your label, put ’em back where they belong

[hook]

[verse 3: madchild]
black ski mask, sawed off shotties with sh-lls
we got blue nose pit bulls and rotties as well
tattoos, handguns, mouth full of gold t–th
each drug binge – a whole week
up, i got no sleep
back when i was younger man, we used to roll so deep
p-ssy i was knee deep, p-ssy i’m still knee deep
cash that, three feet
life is f-ckin’ so sweet
two tone rolly, big heart, never cold feet
cribs, seven bedrooms
swimming pools and my girls were bi girls
two at a time and then say, “bye girls!”
moving forty packs of piff, that was my world
going platinum buying gifts, that was my world
then i almost f-ckin’ slipped, saying, “bye world!”
didn’t dip, i’m back and it’s a trip, saying, “hi world!”
now i’m getting a second chance, i ain’t gonna blow it
pray to god and give thanks, man you f-ckin’ know it

[hook]

bax war motherf-ckers

get ready…

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