super ill villain

Lyrics

it's mad child the super ill villain, the canadian werewolf if not getting into america right now, but i'll be back, battle axe warriors hold that shit down for me, bounty hunter like boba fett, inspector gadget with the go-go jet, people look at me saying, "boy that man bad", warrior like braveheart, troy, and mad max, striker with the battle axe, mic i can shatter that, glad i got my shadow back riding in the cadillac, coupe de ville chilling. super ill villain, won't let me in the states but my group's still killing, you don't really want to try to hurt my feelings, that's when your blood could squirt to the ceiling, rob vike chilling, prev-one chilling, what more can i say? i'm still in, even though i'm not there still top billing, ice-t got away with songs about cop killing, i was being good, that's what i call raw dealings, aw fuck it, i don't even care i'mma leave it there, i'm lucky to be even fucking breathing air, hey mad child, crawl into a corner and die, i can't do that, i still must try, this is all i'm put on this earth for, all my other friends are busy caught in a turf war, cops still treat me like i am in a gang, but how could i be? i don't do anything, all i do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out, praying everything is gonna work out, hey to make it in this game is like winning the jackpot, these days you don't need a label, just a laptop, rapping has failed and turned into a crackpot, so i suggest a second job if you a have-not, anything, selling drugs, pouring blacktop, you can't eat off facebook getting mad props, old and broke, that shit'll leave you in a bad spot, shooting videos with grandma's kitchen as the backdrop, okay, i know my time is coming, feel like i'm gonna blast off, cause i got nothing left to lose, i rap my ass off, i listen to these rappers, mad soft, cause everybody sound the same, flash mob, see i can do that too but it won't last dog, so i said fuck it and choose to do exact opp, so how i'm gonna turn this shit into a cash crop?, shit, i'mma keep on spitting till the last drop, hey mad child, crawl into a corner and die, i can't do that, i still must try, this is all i'm put on this earth for, all my other friends are busy caught in a turf war, cops still treat me like i am in a gang, how could i be? i don't do anything, all i do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out, praying everything is gonna work out