Jackel

I got that hunger back like Thundercat

Yeah, this is Madchild

The little goblin is back

The Canadian werewolf is now moved to LA

Yo, I changed my habitat to Palm Tress from Tabernac

Now I'm pulling playboy bunnies just like a rabbit trap

White boy looking 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 saddle bags

And two chrome platinum battle axe's that cattle brand

I don't battle rap as I shadow cast

Attack a pack of cackling jackels to watch 'em 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

Mad'll rap circles around these rappers, hold your bladder back

I sabotage and camouflage and cause an avalanche

So call an ambulance while this track keep playing a mandolin

Scrambling 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 miserable vague

Hey, I mutilate the master, leave 'em physically dead

Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague

Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister

Eleven on the richtor, sick-o, 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 till then, rapper fuck around, he's getting stamped out

Devil ain't just knocking at 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 sixty seconds like an Eleanor

I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends

I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserable vague

Hey, I mutilate the master, leave 'em physically dead

Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague

Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister

Eleven on the richtor, sick-o, 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

Hey, yo, 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 tearing 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 trying to keep my head intact

So many rappers now, don't matter if you're twice as dope

Trying to 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 blunting satements

I'm a sick and twisted midget with invisible friends

I cut like scissors with precision while you're miserable vague

Hey, I mutilate the master, leave 'em physically dead

Some rappers run away from me like I'm a biblical plague

Sometimes I paint my face like juggalos and twisted sister

Eleven on the richtor, sick-o, 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 battle axe warriors

Hey, we're five thousand strong

Fucking killing it