Kamikaze

[Verse 1]

I’m a little monster, yup, little mobster

Thirty days, thirty songs, thirty girls, thirty concerts

I’m never wearing Abercrombie

Rocking Red Dragon but I’m airing out my laundry

Thumbs up like the Fonzie, now it’s Happy Days

Rappers I decapitate, hack em' with the axes blade

I don’t got my taxes paid but murder every track I make

My friends keep banging but I’m hanging like a macrame

You see me getting aggravated, you should back away

Drink six Red Bulls and smoke a pack a day

Madchild, ex-gangster, fucked for life

Back me in the corner, shank you with the rusty knife

I’m a crazy white boy Charles Manson

Every time I rhyme, shine like the Green Lantern

I have to learn how to handle my life

I had to go to anger management twice

Going going back back to Cali Cali, where everything’s nice

Got the ‘64 Impala with the dangling dice

And my Daytons shine bright off of the Los Angeles lights

Like Dilated, Mad work the Angles at night

Yeah Mad work the angles at night

[Hook]

Now don’t compare me to these other clowns

Cause the difference is realness, difference is realness

In life there’s gonna be some ups and downs

Still got issues to deal with, issues to deal with

But if you love the nightlife put your hands up high

If you like to get right throw your hands up high

If you make your own moves and create your own rules

Well alright then, well alright then

[Verse 2]

I’m stomping on the concrete, rocking to a crunk beat

Puffing on some skunk weed, jeans Red Monkey

My gold chain chunky. I’m just bullshitting

That ain’t me dawg nah I’m just bullshitting

Madchild’s a vicious pitbull, you a small kitten

These rappers claim freestyles but they all written

I got the meanest vocals, call me Nino Loco

Living la vida loca, flipping weed and keys of coca

I’m working out looking like a Ninja Turtle

Cooler than a Popsicle but I got obstacles to hurdle

Plus these raps I gotta murder

Armed and mellow like I’m Donatello

Let my body turn to Jello, now I’m back fully developed

Revive a dying dream, we are not a dying breed

Soul controller, Coca Cola, Moka Only lime green

Used to light drugs going the night clubs now my shit gone

But my eyeballs looked like light bulbs switched on

[Hook]

Now don’t compare me to these other clowns

Cause the difference is realness, difference is realness

In life there’s gonna be some ups and downs

Still got issues to deal with, issues to deal with

But if you love the nightlife put your hands up high

If you like to get right throw your hands up high

If you make your own moves and create your own rules

Well alright then, well alright then

[Verse 3]

Sometimes I get so depressed I can’t get off of the couch

My loft looks like it’s occupied by Oscar the Grouch

My car looks like I traded it for 80s and weed

But it’s a fairly new Mercedes, I just made it a heap

People say fuck, here come that Canadian freak

Long fingernails, smell like he ain’t been bathing in weeks, aw shit

I’m coming out like I’m a bat out of hell

The way I rap, write, and fuck like I just got outta jail

Now I can do what he can do but he can’t do what I do

I make you take a peek-a-boo and see the freak inside you

Cause I’ve developed a quite fulfilling psychedelic drug

Plus I’m fire-repellent, I’m a psycho villain cause

Shit is still fucked up today but it might be fine tomorrow

Otherwise I’m going kamikaze, say your sayonara

I hit you like a torpedo, I’m killing all these rappers that are more than Oakie-Doke from Canada to Tokyo

And when I die they’ll build a statue with the quote below:

"Best looking white rapper with a broken nose."

[Hook]

Now don’t compare me to these other clowns

Cause the difference is realness, difference is realness

In life there’s gonna be some ups and downs

Still got issues to deal with, issues to deal with

But if you love the nightlife put your hands up high

If you like to get right throw your hands up high

If you make your own moves and create your own rules

Well alright then, well alright then