Club 33

[Intro]

Everyone wants to go

No one can get in..

There’s this thing called Club 33

It’s a really big deal

You can’t get in no matter what

The only way to go there is if you pay this ridiculous fee

Where, I mean it’s a thousand dollars

Like, like a hundred years and all this fucking shit

And eventually you gain access, 2k to get in

[Verse 1] Madchild

Ay

I’m a caterpillar turning into a butterfly

Crazy baby with the butter knife singing lullabies

Still holding on, hanging tough, writing all the time

Hanging on like a koala bear that’s overqualified

About to go postal, kill everyone like Columbine

Almost lost my fucking mind. Had to fall in line

I’m a member of a secret society

But frequently I’m still a freak with anxiety

Misguided angel just stays home

‘Cause good MCs are hard to find like pagers and payphones

Mind’s a lethal environment

I’ve got tunnel vision

Now that the sun has risen, I have broken out of prison

King Kong, rhyme spine tingling, make your skin crawl

‘Cause words keep bouncing ‘round my head just like a pinball

Multiples like when I hit multi-bolt. Unassaultable

Cuffing up a half a half a dozen, that’s the cult involved

Carrier of art from the heart with no barriers

Libra-Scorpio, a Scorpio, a Sagittarius

Went from agitated scorpion in a solarium

Anonymous piranhas adopting to new aquarium

[Verse 2] Evidence

Yeah

Mercy me

OG like Percee P

The beat’s a grip but I might drop a verse for free

That’s a gift I got from me, swift, so dinner on me (swift)

Roll it up in a spliff and meet at Club 33

Another K, I don’t play another bat tigon

Touring like a bag of bomb

Tag but I don’t tagalong

Another day. What’s a goon to a goblin?

A king to a God, nah. A human to an atom bomb

No yellow lines, that’s a road I could travel on

I spit it clear, ain’t no song that I babble on

I watch for Jake not Jake One the babble-on

And ride the horse into the sun without a saddle on

I never fell above hell with the scavengers

Choke a rapper ‘til he blue mixed with lavender (it's sad)

I always try to be up front like collateral

While motherfuckers try to play the back and act radical

[Verse 3] Alchemist

That I prefer to spit at the judge and the jury

Unleash the fury

I splash Jewry from out the window of the Jimmy’Z wagon

I’ll flex a muscle on hating ash, bury

Bang the metal like a crash derby

The pen is my blade

To sharpen it I cut flesh to the bone

So chemical my stones is arsenic

The face carver

Sit on a throne like Arthur

Pulling strings, no archer

Leaving bums out in the cold without a North Face Sparker

I take vengeance, rev the race engines

Diamonds dancing on dinner plated pendants

Cut through the yellow ribbon and made an entrance

I played the benches

So many lines my code name is great adventures

Young Six Flags. Use your Versace shirt as a dish rag

Magic man, I’m digging in my trick bag

[Outro]

Do you know what we have for you?

.. To enter Club 33, the guest must press the buzzer on an intercom

Concealed by a hidden panel at the doorway

{*Club 33!! Air Horn*}