i m a mongoloid with an ongoing convoy tats on my face and my hands and my arms boy i don t fuck around boy i am very down i m an underdog blue huckleberry hound i used to wear a crown encrusted with fake jewels guess i had to die so i could resurrect and make moves most of these mainstream raps sound like playschool now i am skeletor i live in castle greyskull more cigarette smoke than an ashtray i am underground again like the batcave or a parking lot i m in the darkest spot i m paying rent on a loft and a parking spot i m trying to walk these dogs but they bark a lot i am so stressed my heart could stop man i shred through every verse like wolverine but i got visions of myself on the silver screen i just leave my house i m in my room all day i i i just leave my house i m in my room all day i just leave my house i m in my room all day while my fans be chanting madchild boom bye yae you get shot with a glock i get shot by a minolta you get paid by selling drugs i get paid by a promoter now tell everybody that the game is over madchild spit greased lightning like john travolta shit s real multiple personality disorder how i feel how come they won t allow me across the border what s the deal this old ox got hit by a road block in old socks with a gold glock got cold cocked i got no emotions like a robot northwest king from van to manitoba they tried to tell me madchild it s over but i refused to be old news like i was hova now i m afraid of what i might do looking in the mirror like i don t even like you sober and i m dangerous can t afford a strike two so i ll keep rapping till i m ice cold and bright blue 1