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• Artiste: Madchild
• Titre: On One
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Today I'm just talking shit I ain't worrying, I ain't hurrying Cause you know that I'm on one You're a hater like a jaded loud mouth fisherman You're a fuckin' traitor like Lando Calrissian Welcome to the jungle, I'm an angry lion Piss your panties, you're a little pansy holding dandelions I can tell you're lies cause of all your pantomimes Doper than your average fuckin' rapper, words they can't combine I'm a fuckin' mastermind, call me master blaster While I spread my words around like fuckin' Anti-Pasti Anyways, I'm a neanderthal in a panty raid Parking while I'm thinking about some memories I can't erase Arguing with the me they made, saying I don't need a brain My carburetor broken and I'm stranded on an army base Applied to be a cop, they laughed and asked, "Are you retarded Shane?" Stopped scratching my head and said, "The hardest part is admitting it" I'm in the Caribbean, half-human amphibian Oblivious, blow a fuckin' rapper to oblivion Half mathematician and bad rap recipient Omnipotent, manipulating listening participants All about conditioning, glistening from discipline Are you motherfuckers listening? Today I'm just talking shit I ain't worrying, I ain't hurrying Cause you know that I'm on one Today I'm just talking shit I ain't worrying, I ain't hurrying Cause you know that I'm on one I will show you how a corpse feel Warp speed ahead, I'm surrounded by a forcefield Death Star, dark dog, Lord Vader Make these other fuckin' kids eat like harsh fourth graders Okay, smoke you like tobacco, I'm a jackal with the shackles on Sleep right through the day and hit the sack, just at the crack of dawn Rap like I'm competing in a rap-athon, pack like Tron I'm running shit like sprinted track in a decathlon I'm a crazy ankle biter with the dope producer No pollution, opposite of Lucifer and old Medusa Rap like Frank Sinatra with a chest cove Feel like a brand new Lamborghini getting test drove Mangling with the anger of Incredible Hulk On seven cycles of steroids, I'm incredibly paranoid Welcome to the temple of a thousand wolves And you don't want to make a gesture to arouse the bulls Old buzzard with arthritis and muscle spasms But I'm absolutely buzzing with this truly new discovered Superman enthusiasm Make a deep incision One cohesive vision of the Super Beast imprisoned Today I'm just talking shit I ain't worrying, I ain't hurrying Cause you know that I'm on one