Jackel

I got that hunger back like Thundercat Yeah, this is Madchild The little goblin is back The Canadian werewolf has now moved to LA Yo, I changed my habitat to palm trees from tabernac Now I'm pullin' playboy bunnies just like a rabbit trap White boy, lookin' like an angry tatted cabbage patch That flies economy, but Lola's got a Gucci travel bag! Lone ranger, back on the saddle with satin saddlebags And two chrome platinum battleaxes that cattle brand I don't battle rap as I shadow cast Attack a pack of cackling jackals to watch them scatter fast! I got a new girl, who knows how long that'll last? Wants me to tie her up, but said I have to put the paddle back Master of the universe, he-man, I'm back on battle cat MaDo RaP, circles around these rappers, hold your bladder back! I sabotage and camouflage and 'cause an avalanche So call an ambulance, with this track keep playin' a mandolin Scramblin' these words together, no one fucks with fancy pants I'm vain as fuck, can't walk by a mirror without a handsome glance! I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague Ay, I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague (ahh) Sometimes I paint my face like Juggalos and Twisted Sister (hey) 11 on the Richter, sicko, I'm a triple twister What comes around, goes around, I'll close you down clown Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound! Okay, remain sober, insane cobra, the evil green dragon Pain's over, white Range Rover, to silver G wagon I watch for new popular acts like I got binoculars 'Cause one day, my shit is gonna end like the apocalypse! But 'til then, rapper fuck around he's getting stamped out The devil ain't just knocking on my door, he's fucking camped out! Would someone please tell Lucifer I'm back to being a recluse again? Every night I pray to God with Jesus on the crucifix! And I don't want no problems, but the little goblin's gone legit No disrespect, but following your path, my life has gone to shit! And even though I'm dope as barrels full of coke and heroine I'm happy being clean and flying straighter than an arrow is! The devil's laughing, while these rappers buy his hollow dreams Me, I'm down with juggalos, paint our faces like Halloween! Cellar dweller, you're Helen Keller, I am skeletor My juggernaut gone in 60 seconds like an Eleanor! I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague Ay, I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead So, rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague Sometimes I paint my face like Juggalos and Twisted Sister 11 on the Richter, sicko, I'm a triple twister What comes around, goes around, I'll close you down, clown Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound! Ayo I'm doper than a barrel in a boat, full of heroin and coke Still, I'm straighter than an arrow in a bow! My style's beautiful like Marilyn Monroe But I'm more like Charlie Manson, when I'm tearin' out your throat! Once you get a buzz, if you lose it, it's hard to get it back So, I'm working seven days a week while tryin' to keep my head intact (Hold on Shane) so many rappers now, don't matter if you're twice as dope Tryna' ride a rusty bicycle back up an icy slope! But due to due diligence the new villain of dooms not through killing it Dude, I'm too militant, when I get in the zone, I'm an abstract evil poet And I'm still yet to have my time, I think the people know it! I'm in The Barker Lounge, coming up with a darker sound Hellhounds, and demons in my head, my dogs are barking now! It's fun to beast, but gotta leave the ego out of it Hit the kids with love, 'cause, that'll beat the evil out of 'em Backpack rapper, I am underground, it's pretty basic Just get a pad and pen and smokes and find a dirty basement Little devil, I rap for angels with dirty faces They come from hurting places, feel it when I'm blurting statements! I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserably vague Ay, I mutilate the master, leave them physically dead Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague Sometimes I paint my face like Juggalos and Twisted Sister 11 on the Richter, sicko, I'm a triple twister What comes around, goes around, I'll close you down clown Lyrics they keep circling your head, like Bose surround sound! Yeah, I'm from Battleaxe Warriors (ay) We're five thousand strong (that's what's up) Back Squat Fucken killin' it