verse 1 yo i said i m dope like china white madchild i m explosive like dynamite welcome to the temple of doom my life with people that s demented mentally loom life is bright and sunny then eventually gloom now it s bright and sunny dummy i m the gentlest goon wish that i could say i had the sickest platoon but i am feeling all alone like i am in a cocoon a fuckin buffoon baboon up in my room i m in a bad mood feelin like i m stuck in a tomb don t ever fucking assume cause i got no one to impress and i got nothing to prove i m back in the booth dope sellin crack to the youth shit is fuckin crack and i am rapping the truth yeah it s hard to fuckin laugh when you are broke and depressed talkin to someone that s rich i wanna open their neck and watch the blood drain sick of all the bullshit blood stain empty a full clip in your shit smashin is my passion get mangled by a hundred ugly angry anglo saxons chorus tiger style tiger style verse 2 i don t like this new shit but what the fuck do i know white like an albino i like vinyl i love the beastie boys i love the artist s cause i love ripping your fuckin heart apart i got the hardest claws i ve been around since jaws and deer hunter lyrically i m mike tyson i m an ear cruncher madchild i m robert de niro in the movie taxi i m a wild apache a young frank sinatra all my rhymes are catchy ten thousand percent bearbrick speaking arabic cold as fuck sitting high up i m on a chair lift flip like a jack knife drip like a drag pipe spit like a brave heart wearin a kilt with a bagpipe white so i d love to get a coppertone tan lying on tropic gold sand i m an awkward old man i m made of steel skin is leather heart is fiberglass put the fuckin kid on hyperblast you need to wipe your ass i m a fuckin psycho on the mic i go ballistic twisted vicious which gets me into mischief 