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Yeah. Yeah [Madchild:] Madchild and slaine we formed an alliance Fuck these bitches we the horniest ornery giants The way I raps mathematics it's sort of a science Your raps wack all the [?] I leave em fucking mortified dawg or terrorized My rhymes are more than fucking clean holmes there sterilized Sometimes I lean so hard I need a kick stand I wrestle alligators and I dance on Quicksand I call a rapper Tin man cause they got no heart Each lines an arrow dipped in poison from a blow dart These rappers they go not hearts Me against thems a mazorti to a go kart Theses young punks they think there so smart I might be old but I'm the sickest fucking old fart I'm so much better you can blame it on the age difference You got your party clothes on I'm wearing beige slippers I give a fuck about a club it's just a meat market Theses girls will open up there legs like it was free parking Of course I like to fuck butt there's no challenge I must fucked 1000 bitches since we dropped balance The law of average says we win again Hand grenade parade we blow it up pull the pin SongtexteThen boom make room for swollen man Then bang it's a battle axe thing [x2] [Previal:] Street fight pit fight red nose blue nose Old school vinyl so cold like blue note Head spin can't win fills up the sails with Prevails gifts press to lean my recipes very secret See my destiny inscribed on a tablet stone Rappers leave rap alone unless it's in your chromosomes Molester in your closet watch it turn you to skeleton bones Think you MR hard core call em the gelatin jones Look upon my board walk empire Al Capone You think you lucky here like Luciano Test my bravado over this piano leave you cold and you won't see tomorrow Sorrow follows hollows sleepy Headless horsemen the water rush deeply Percussion real freaky Bang drums like the marching band Art form swarms like the wasp in the savage lands Sting with the poison of November born scorpions [Chorus x2] [Slaine:] The older I get the more crazy and sicker I think I got a wet brain form all the fucking liqueur I drink I wake up broke and obsessed about about sticking the brinks Fuck a bitch raw dog and wash my dick in the sink Nah dog I ain't saved a penny I made I just stay up all night rocking with the henny brigade I done been around the world fucking kimmy and jade Brenda and holly il prolly end up skinny with aids Golly I took some molly bitch you really wanna party good You can ridethe white horse all the way to Hollywood You can be a Harvard, a starlet and have a TV show Charlotte once you get me started you should see me go Ion the company of mad man I'm the CEO Yeah I got a fat fucking stomach and a greasy flow Nobody likes me cause I'm ignorant and cocky fuck Try and battle me I'll fucking smack you like a hockey puck (Merci à Romain pour cettes paroles) Aus Songtexte Mania