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madchild - kill kill kill lyrics

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[intro: bishop talking]
let me see what i need, ahh, i need my chainsaw, ahh, my ak-47, my rocket launchers, some grenades…and my flame thrower. yeah

[verse one: bishop lamont]
ohhh
oh sh-t, it’s time to ill
mc’s it ain’t safe, e’rybody gettin’ k!lled
your mammy (boom), your daddy (boom, boom)
gram gram (boom) and your pappy (boom)
and them little ugly -ss, your ashy -ss gets black they are so nappy
no self hatred, i’m no racist, i hate everybody
k!ll your cat, k!ll your dog and the parakeet b-tch
shoot your fish tank up like “f-ck them goldfish”
m-m-m-madness and mayhem, p.m. to the a.m
stomp like the collector got a collection
of decomposing possessions
talent scout i’m out to find new specimens
may i make a small suggestion?
rappers, stop lyin’ through the speakers
cause i see directly through you like jeepers creepers
creepy, got a dumb flow
threatening me?
i sh-t on all you, i needs lots of t.p. for my bunghole
i’m not high, i’m not high, check my eyes
i swear
i’m just lyrically r-t-rded and not all really there
i’m a beast b-tch, i’ll bully money from a grizzly bear
as if a bear had money and went to school
but in your dreams you can’t win, i’m a f-ckin’ nightmare
tommy ray glatman, dream -ss-ssin, dreamscape
you don’t know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? google it, i’ll wait

[hook: bishop lamont]
everybody in this b-tch gon’ get gunned down
boom, boom, boom, you don’t wanna hear that sound
i’m goin’ insane, hearin’ voices in my brain
they keep on tellin’ me to do some really f-cked up things
this can’t be real, i’m really feelin’ f-ckin’ ill
they keep on sayin’ “everybody gettin’ k!lled”
they keep on tellin’ me “everybody gettin’ k!lled”
i hear ’em whisperin’ “everybody gettin’ k!lled”
over and over “everybody gettin’ k!lled”

[verse two: mad child
yo, yo
i’m a white beast boy like adam horovitz
stab you in the orifice, i’m darker than a horror fl!ck
(boom)
i put a bullet in your skull to make a peep hole
then lean your head against a tube so i can watch the creep show
i’m a freak though
graphic rap-a-holic
splatter all your blood around the room like i was jackson pollock
i’m all alone, i’ll crack your collarbone and haul it home
and spread your guts around the wall and write a diabolic poem
like michael meyers with a knife cause i’m a psycho k!ller
listening to michael jackson thriller, i’m a hyper villain
i’ll smash your f-ckin’ skull and then say “nighty night”
tackle rappers wearing tighty whites like it was friday night lights
pop a vitamin then squat like spiderman
then take a f-ckin’ sh-t on all you rappers for ent-tlement
sneak into your studio then stab you till your speaker’s red
then take your jordan 3’s cause i’m a klepto and a sneaker head

gimmie your shoes
yeah, these are gonna fit

[hook]

[verse three: jd era]
go look up ‘psychopath’ then find me in the dictionary
grinnin’ ear to ear, in prison gear, i hope you b-tches ready
i f-ck a nun missionary, get it? missionary
got a lot of friends but momma thinks they’re all imaginary
and they keep tellin’ me to “k!ll, k!ll, k!ll”
murder, murder, roll a blunt and pop a pill, pill, pill
and you won’t, but i will
for a crisp dollar bill
shove your head so far up your -ss you be talkin’ sh-t at every meal
i’m me
i’m meat with cheese and some molly powder in private
discussionals blowin’ up on which rappers outta be silent
i get so fly the stewardess can’t close her eyelids
my taliban homie thinks that i should be a pilot
i don’t know, yes i’m the bomb
tick, tick, hide your child
i’m happy k!lling you at work
we call that service with a smile
just took some ‘shrooms i guess i had the bad pile
burn a cross in front of your yard and blame that sh-t on mad child

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