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wildcard - vampire red (feat. madness) lyrics

yo, i’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
i’m also gettin’ sick and tired of stranglin’ these b+tches with this chicken wire
i got that this sick desire for spittin’ fire and it’s like pulling their t++th for them to feel it
good thing i came equipped with pliers
and ripping their t++th out and make a woman’s breat flop
when i’ll be spitting these riddles of enemies kicking the door in like a meth spot
and all these cats claim they’re hard, i’m surrounded by some fake p+ssies likе i’m stuck walking around a s+x shop
a s+x superstorе, winning this best to+be+wh0re
when i’ll be knocking your t++th out, quicker than meth+using wh0res
they want war, battle me, all i can find is
you fake f+cks, battery+operated v+g+n+s
and i’m tryin’ to figure out how the f+ck i’mma turn you off
for hooker who’s rockin’ boards, you never gonna burn me off
and ‘card is coming to burn down lives, i’m like a possessed nursery box the way i turn out rhymes
[?] he+rs+ outside
[?]
make my sperm count die
listen to ice+t and dre when i was ten years old
look at me, dog, i turned out fine
all this passion that i pack in my flow
’cause i’ve been to rock bottom
like throwing amputees from a boat
yo, they thought i was fake and shooting blanks
but i’m bringing real fire like [?]
rest in peace
chorus:

i can’t die as long as all my rhymes are here
and you can pray to the sky but there’s a bad moon rising here
’cause when the dragon arise, n0body’s getting out of here
now you step in my mind and i say walk around in here, in here

verse 2: madness

i’m living like i got the key to the city
and f+ckin’ time from behind while i’m squeezing the titties
how the f+ck do i survive being this gritty
i’m alive, me and [?] ain’t speaking for disney, b+tch
celebrity i never pay admission, wait the biscuit rockin the stocking like jane’s addiction
you’re laid in ditches, but rap’s influenced by blade incisions, zombies and crazy chickens
mix drinks, shots and 80’s wisdom
to plot, making rich stop, we wreck the system
take your vision and crush it
that b+tch rap and girly chit+chatting got nothing on some sick raps
you get your ribs cracked ’cause their impact is like a baby’s face taking a shotgun kickback
can you dig that? man, it’s f+ckin’ insane
but wildcard, running the game, crushing your brain

chorus:

they compare you to rappers but they compare me to cyclones
of fury dripping hurricanes tearing through time zones
and no, i know i can’t be all american idol
i can f+ck you with instruments like american pie though
so, wildcard is an american psycho, d+mn it oh right and i’ll be in burial site mode
swearing my life that i like my share of the pie
but i’ve been broke for years now like the cherry inside hoes
don’t give a f+ck i’m still an arrogant mic+pro
when [?] in various pie holes
can’t scare me, you’ll can spare me that tough talk
i know i’m getting nothing but tongue like how a marriage with dyk+s go
so won’t hear me coming when i bury this knife slow
you brought that stress weed, i brought hair with spike flows
and everytime i grab the mic, motherf+ckers always duck like i’m d+ck cheney carrying rifles
i’m raw

chorus:

madness:
yeah, wildcard, it’s madness, the odyssey, raping your f+ckin’ mentality
what’s good

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