banned from america like i m a bad judge of character bullshit i tried to get into the states they weren t having it going through my bag like a bunch of savages customs agent looking like he s mad at me cause i got friends that look like sons of anarchy knew that i m a rapper guess he s not a fan of me looking at me crazy was pure insanity ten hours go by not panicking i just sat there still like a mannequin i was laughing they kept asking me what gang i m in he started being nicer cause i didn t use profanity i thought what s the point shit i ll be a gentleman instead of being an ass hole pumped up on adrenaline thinking to myself i can t believe i m red flagged i love the states how the fuck i m gonna get back it s not like im smuggling drugs all of this because i hang out with a couple of thugs hey it s madchild the super ill villain the canadian werewolf is not getting into america right now i ma move back battleaxe warriors hold that shit down for me to make it in this game s like winning the jackpot these days you dont need a label just a laptop rap is failed and turned into a crack pot so i suggest a second job if you we re have not anything selling drugs pouring black top you can t eat off facebook getting mad props old and broke that shit ll leave you in the best spot shooting videos with grandma s kitchen as the back drop ok i know my time is coming feel like im gonna blast off cause i got nothin left to lose or rap my ass off i listen to these rappers mad soft cause everybody sounds the same flash mob see i could do that too but it won t last dog so i said fuck it and i choose to do exact op so how am i gonna turn this shit into a cash crop shit i ma keep on spitting til the last drop hey madchild crawl into a corner and die i can t do that i still must try this is all i m put on this earth for all my other friends are busy caught in a turf war cops still treat me like i am in a gang but how can i be i don t do anything all i do is stay at home write rhymes and work out praying everything is gonna work out word out i m staying focused keeping the circle tight focusing on what matters fuck this economy cigarettes and monster shouts out to all the battleaxe warriors my family okay look i m a bi polar polar bear zipping up a polar fleece drinking polar ice and pepsi cola on a coral reef every lyric that i spit it s an oral feat elbow on my knees head in hands thinking poor old me i keep a strap tucked at least a sharp blade cause kids be playing more games than an arcade and i am not afraid i will shoot you dead there s more snakes in this club than medusa s head i m still underground call me tomb raider while i rap with iron jaws like moonraker you keep lying while you tell the kids your cool fables i ll chop your fucking head off and leave it on the pool table i m not too stable i am off my rocker i lift you up while making noises just like it was chewbacca fucking dope like i just cooked a rocker8 he s a malarka and im down to knock his fucking block off so thank you mr ron cavanaugh my friend s in jail for more keys than a grand piano when i say i m hot that means that i m too hot to handle if don t make it to rap to willy nelson i could rock a banjo i got drugs in my pocket and i don t know what to do with them drugs in my pocket drugs in my pocket i got drugs in my pocket man i don t know what to do with them drugs in my pocket drugs in my pocket who put drugs in my pocket man i thought that i was through with them drugs in my pocket drugs in my pocket i got drugs in my pocket i don t know what to do with them drugs in my pocket drugs in my pocket got a red under my bed there s a little yellow man in my head that s what s up man i m a fucking lyrical tyrant little bad wolf im a serious problem i m a fucking little beast i m so razor sharp right now man run for your lives motherfuckers nah fuck that hey fuck you man everything is going good man i m finished with that1