Bad idea? Someone try to stop me, I'm about to go in, call me Kamikaze
Me and you are not friends, you're a Nazi
Truth is you're a pigeon, and I am Ozzy
I'm ready to die for this shit, that's my mission
Suicide just so I get more recognition
My mechanism is based on all this criticism
Some screws are missing and now my lines are vandalism
I'm going wild cause that's what been taught
Doctor screaming "son of a bitch"
On the day I was born, there was no selfies
Just a spank on my bum
Then mom gave me a gun and said you go and have fun
And the lord, gave me instruction manual
That's a manufacturer's opinion, I'ma rebel
I am one in a million, my brain's a ghetto
I'm not a normal civilian, my veins are metal
Oh please, don't be anxious I joke joke
The police give you blankets and cocoa
Geeze I'ma trained killer with loco-motives
Wannabe's licking cheese from my ba-balls
Cezinando, on skeez going pro pro
I like your genes, no widows-peak so I scalp-scalp
And I don't need no fucking green to be so dope
Energy like that Asian rapper that snorts coke
And Kingsize magazine, no longer back me up
Cause in the last interview I was a cocky fuck
But I don't need these freaking hipsters with Starbucks cups
To tell the world to check out Mads, he's fucking rough
All you bitches telling me that I am nuts
I'm burning bridges, not fidget. So sip it, ain't no dove
And how could I care about people not showing love
When 90% of what they support is something I'm above
Hot or Not, motherfuck your rank
I know your pussy stank, so go get your period in a shark tank
And I saw this guy Sirius, did a wild prank
Gave him rock cocaine, and he was like "aw thanks"
You're a tiny lens, I'ma fisheye
I'ma motherfucking failure when I freestyle
But when I get a pen I turn these men to shit-pile
And I get so many women, giggity Quagmire
Everybody wanna be like GaGa
They don't really wanna see this Mamba
They don't really wanna free this funga
They don't really wanna bleed, so fuck yah
They don't really wanna see the truth
Dreamon talk about dreams come true
But talk to me son, why hasn't Drake turned up and raped you blue?
And yes, I read you haters like a document
Say I try to sound like Shady, that's a compliment
My style, don't try to change it, you're not competent
Yah can go down on me, taste it, that's where yo' mama went
Cir.cuz, you fucking racist piece of scumbags
Shut up with these lies bro'z, no hack
How in the world can yah get a gold plaque?
Nothing unique, just one flag staff and one fat
Fuck it, I guess it's all about the Visa-card
I'ma quit rap, and be a booty guard
Yes I'ma sit back, and be a loony 'tard
Aw yeah, I'm single as Pringle but we're spooning y'all
Women screaming for me, like I'm DJ Broiler
But the fact is I'm just standing in the wrong toilet
And the asses I've seen, damn, what a spoiler
I don't even need this hidden cam, I need a lawyer
Yeah, and all I want is baby
You and me in the bed, yep under the sheets
There is no secret, cause I love you Sophie
And I'm feeling lonely, so come and blog with me. Hee-hee-hee
I'ma about to explode, why?
I'm rotten apple, packed with dope rhymes
I'ma fucking rapper slapping folks, then die
You ain't gonna pose in front of my stone to get Likes
And you got a baby for house
That's what you get for being 16, and fucked on a couch
And I see you got a big skin, tryna workout
Got a blog full of pictures of you telling us how
All I know I don't use it for exercise tips
Every picture on your blog says "jerk off your dick"
And I see you got a guy, yeah he looking real fit
But I know you're gonna try, when I'm making profit. that is it
Damien, you ain't no motherfucking snake-eater
I choke you to death, I'ma 8 meter
I'ma fucking anaconda, you a fake cheetah
I ain't stuffing you trauma, I'ma prey-beater
It's like you don't even know, you're a hypocrite
Eternal Gang, oh no, what a trippy clique
You think you're crushing bones, but I spit my shit
Harder than any of you bro'z, so it's time to quit
And stop picking up the phone, asking for collab
I think it's time for you to go another path
You're getting older and yo bro, where you at?
Got some tattoos on elbows, fucking whack
Yeah, so now I guess that I'm dead
I pulled out my pen-gun and got shot in my leg
In my bed saying redrum, crushing my head
And they say that I ain't handsome
So nobody would ever share
But I take the darkness and bite her
But I take depression and slice her
I feel my heart's getting hotter but brighter
As I take my bars up in this one-man-cypher
I'm out
