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lirik lagu madchild - zombie fuckerr

[intro: madchild]
yeah
shout out to the homie, tolchock maltijik, from sweden
check out the swedish version we got of this song in this video
it’s under ground hip-hop world wide b-tch
we run this sh-t. baxwar

[verse 1: madchild]
i am not that bored, break into your house like clockwork orange
i’m a little devil with these heavenly horns, raid your fridge and then wack off to some 70’s p-rn
i’m coming back to do this sh-t like never before, and i f-ck a batch of b-tches still on every tour
f-ck yes, success the best revenge
me and guarding, rap and money are the best of friends
i’m a silver tongue devil, in a silver benz
making song’s for young rebels that don’t trust the trends
f-ck fifteen, minutes of fame, i’m into win it, demented, lieutenant has entered your brain
i will not come out now, you’re stuck with me for life
i’m a psycho that won’t pipe down -boom-
exploding with vial statements, holding my own totaling, total annihilation
i’m master no debate, i’m fashionably late
i’ll grab a rapper by the face and smash em’ like a plate
so play that madchild till your boombox shakes
put two guns in the air, like a boon-dock saint
spitting catheter, up the -ss of a d-mn amb-ssador
i f-cking m-ssacre, bashing up every p-ssenger
i search around for words like i’m a scavenger
and take a hot blood bath with potpourri and lavender
abracadabra, grab your caber and m-st-rb-t-
then eat your brains like i was hannibal then flatulence
i stand for something, i remind you all of better times
i ain’t giving up my f-cking spot, you better get in line
you can not imagine all these thoughts in this head of mine
yup, i’m independent like the trucks, i’m on a steady grind
i am the greatest and i am smashing these potato heads
better bring my money, like a waiter with a plate of bread
i’m a maniac, an animal when i’m released, even though i found my inner peace, i’m still a crazy beast
i’m a monster with these bars bro
f-ck a couple groupies at my show after the bars closed
i can write these raps with my eyes closed
even though i’m old, i’m ice cold
i’m a b-st-rd, that’s a basket case
all i need is a rope, gloves, a hammer and some masking tape

[verse 2: madchild]
it goes trolls, demons, monsters, ogres
watch us come together homie, play time is over
represent the crazy and i make these rappers p-ss their panties
so f-ck you and your whole dying flock of vigilantes
little incredible hulk, there’s no forgetting i’m odd
against incredible odds, jumping through these bars of metal jaws, little bursts of fire, dressing like i finally won
used to have the worst attire
feel it coursing through my veins, addicted to the pain
the sorcerers insane
spit four fiery rhymes at night, like clockwork
treacherous, i’m scarier, unfortunately awkward
partisan in progress, replicate a reptile
duplicate the greatest and i’ll put myself in exile
i contain the answers, that so many people seek
to truly find my happiness, i’d have to be a freak
shadow aging, hear the visions of a mad man
blood fire, blood fire, blood, i’m a bad man
makes sense of this insanity, eventually reality will catch up with my vanity
created a monster, creator of content
statingly obvious, hating the non-sense
reanimated human corpse, got up like a human horse
come back like a boomerang and hit you with a booming force
i’m the opposite of all these little copy cats
tell these little motherf-ckers, little rocky’s back
i don’t write raps, known for writing mission statements
still getting a little vicious, from these b-tches statements

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