[Round 1: Madchild]
Y'all get excited about these mainstream rappers
Jumping on to the scene, but they're just here for a check
But this is Madchild, I'm just here for respect
So every time you see me on the stage
You're gonna see me at my best
A plan I won't deviate from, I hope that alleviates some stress
Now, let's work. I'm a white rapper that's a night capper
I don't like rappers that are light rappers that are like actors
I don't like watching battles ruined
Because they're depending on the Lyt factor
It's time to get on the right chapter
You're living your whole life backwards
You spit bars? I'm a raptor attackin'
A viking that throws hachets from that back shit
Ain't no match for a crazy blazing inferno
You're just one match lit
I'm a tyrant that spits visciousness, that's violent maliciously
You just came across the border right now
You've got an iron deficiency
You young fuckboy rappers, all afraid to go against the grain
While I make $600-$700K a year by going against the grain
And I am on a steady climb, a couple mil a year at least
‘Cause I’m not afraid to tell the truth, and I’m a fearless beast
I guess that's just my problem
I’m a goblin with a problem lyin’
With all them views you get
I hope you’re bringing in the dollar signs
‘Cause you and all your friends
Promoting killing kids like Columbine
I love life! I guess that’s just a crazy concept
That's a problem of mine
But that’s the thing, I’m still a hard rock, and it’s gobbling time
No Gucci goggles, but write lyrics that will boggle your mind
I’m going Prefontaine, you’re just jogging in line
He’s just a soldier, I’m a bicentennial
Five-star general that grew up my whole life
With gangsters, murderers and criminals
But I had to walk away from all that shit, now I keep it minimal
And make music raw as fuck
Still teaching kids, that’s being subliminal
I am nothing to fear, homie, yeah, you like that part
But I am something to fear, homie, I am twice as smart
For those of you that know my music, this is light vs. dark
What do Bloods call you? A crab?
Well, I’m a great white shark
I’ll put a fucking rope around you like I'm wrangling a herd
I saw that video of you tough guy strangling a nerd
If you’re a gangster, how’d you make it across the border, you young dumpling?
For four fucking years, I was banned from your whole country
I was gonna make fun of your stupid fucking face tat
But then I realized I got stupid fucking face tats
It’s true, I am crazy, I got a terrible mind
I’m stomping on a bunch of Grapes ’til I got a barrel of wine
I loved hip hop since L.L. was rockin’ a Kangol
You loved hip hop since Jamie Foxx was acting in Django
I’m actually Rambo, my friends know I'm a dependable G
And I’m still killin' shit; Expendables 3
I’m meticulous and filled with unpredictable rage
You a two face; John Travolta, Nicholas Cage
I’ll rip your face off, Canadian Adolf
I got nine in the clip I'll pop eight off
Stab you in the neck and wipe the blade off
I get paid, you got big homies, they get paid off
Think my height’s little? I’ll smack this black tarantula with a spatula, and still I’m a white widow
Y'all get excited about these mainstream rappers
Jumping on to the scene, but they're just here for a check
But this is Madchild, I'm just here for respect
So every time you see me on the stage
You're gonna see me at my best
A plan I won't deviate from, I hope that alleviates some stress
Now, let's work. I'm a white rapper that's a night capper
I don't like rappers that are light rappers that are like actors
I don't like watching battles ruined
Because they're depending on the Lyt factor
It's time to get on the right chapter
You're living your whole life backwards
You spit bars? I'm a raptor attackin'
A viking that throws hachets from that back shit
Ain't no match for a crazy blazing inferno
You're just one match lit
I'm a tyrant that spits visciousness, that's violent maliciously
You just came across the border right now
You've got an iron deficiency
You young fuckboy rappers, all afraid to go against the grain
While I make $600-$700K a year by going against the grain
And I am on a steady climb, a couple mil a year at least
‘Cause I’m not afraid to tell the truth, and I’m a fearless beast
I guess that's just my problem
I’m a goblin with a problem lyin’
With all them views you get
I hope you’re bringing in the dollar signs
‘Cause you and all your friends
Promoting killing kids like Columbine
I love life! I guess that’s just a crazy concept
That's a problem of mine
But that’s the thing, I’m still a hard rock, and it’s gobbling time
No Gucci goggles, but write lyrics that will boggle your mind
I’m going Prefontaine, you’re just jogging in line
He’s just a soldier, I’m a bicentennial
Five-star general that grew up my whole life
With gangsters, murderers and criminals
But I had to walk away from all that shit, now I keep it minimal
And make music raw as fuck
Still teaching kids, that’s being subliminal
I am nothing to fear, homie, yeah, you like that part
But I am something to fear, homie, I am twice as smart
For those of you that know my music, this is light vs. dark
What do Bloods call you? A crab?
Well, I’m a great white shark
I’ll put a fucking rope around you like I'm wrangling a herd
I saw that video of you tough guy strangling a nerd
If you’re a gangster, how’d you make it across the border, you young dumpling?
For four fucking years, I was banned from your whole country
I was gonna make fun of your stupid fucking face tat
But then I realized I got stupid fucking face tats
It’s true, I am crazy, I got a terrible mind
I’m stomping on a bunch of Grapes ’til I got a barrel of wine
I loved hip hop since L.L. was rockin’ a Kangol
You loved hip hop since Jamie Foxx was acting in Django
I’m actually Rambo, my friends know I'm a dependable G
And I’m still killin' shit; Expendables 3
I’m meticulous and filled with unpredictable rage
You a two face; John Travolta, Nicholas Cage
I’ll rip your face off, Canadian Adolf
I got nine in the clip I'll pop eight off
Stab you in the neck and wipe the blade off
I get paid, you got big homies, they get paid off
Think my height’s little? I’ll smack this black tarantula with a spatula, and still I’m a white widow
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