Madchild - Devils And Angels lyrics
rate meI broke my piggy bank and haven't put it back together
Back in heaven, blastin' rounds like I'm a mac 11
Living in my rainy city
It was all wrong
Used to be the big fish in the small pond
Now I’m swimming with the sharks
But I am a damn piranha
Plus I’m moving fast and furious like Brian O’Connor
Rest in peace
Arrest this beast
Call me mighty mouse with the pockets full of extra-cheese
Still a mental savage that is ravenous indeed
Exerting psycho babble from a labyrinth in me
Angels flying up above
Demons down beneath
When I breathe
You can hear the evil seeping through my teeth
Close friends work more than catching having wealth
Self destructive beings are a hazard to them self
Lion roars, stronger than the iron doors
Sun has killed the rain
Love has killed the pain that I endure
Half these rappers are liars like Pinocchio
10 percent are dope
other 90 less than okeydoke
You don't wanna rope ?? with mad you'll get a broken nose
Small but when I'm rapping I'm taller than the Poconos
My soul is mischievous like A-plus ??
A toy collector
Plus my clothes come from Tokyo
I'm not saying i got the dopest flow
But kids are studying my methods like a vocal coach
My brain is a battlefield for devils and angels
Walking in contradiction like machetes and rainbows
Burden on my shoulders that is heavy and painful
Shane's raw, tearin' shit like Eminem's chainsaw
Battle Mad and you can be in real danger
Excruciating training like a Navy Seals ranger
Run for cover
Bounty hunter like I'm Boba Fett
Wild west, bounty hunter like I'm Jonah Hex
Bitch I could to talk to the dead
You connect to me cause I can read the thoughts in your head
Mentally projecting ‘til I cause a metamorphosis
Almost lost my head like the fucking headless horseman
Holding a jack-o'-lantern, acrobatic verbiage
Dirtiest of wordsmiths
Ball game is murderous
Don't talk about it much
But I came up with true killers
Still here cause I’m unbreakable like Bruce Willis
Half these rappers are liars like Pinocchio
10 percent are dope
Other 90, less than okeydoke
You don't wanna rope with mad you'll get a broken nose
Small but when I'm rapping I'm taller than the Poconos
My soul is mischievous like A-plus ???
A toy collector
Plus my clothes come from Tokyo
I'm not saying i got the dopest flow
But kids are studying my methods like a vocal coach
Thanks to McCrae for correcting these lyrics
