Madchild - Tom Cruise lyrics
rate meI write in short form cause I'm a warped dwarf that gargles chloroform
Broke a foreign store job cuz I had a warrant for em
I’m fucking tourin more, my fans they are my family
They keep me away from doin’ drugs and goin’ gambling
If I am home too long I feel like strangling cause my thoughts they start scrambling, the anger in me gets me tangled annually.
I write down goals, I must check em and achieve them annually.
Rambling in the studio til I’m sure there’s no man handling me
Play you like a mandolin, eat you like a damn Panini
Flipping like a dolphin, Dan Marino with a Lamborghini
Couple groupie bimbos, boobies popping out they're damn bikini.
I wrangle wrastlers, hassle and wrestle them
Whip a lasso around these assholes, make a fucking mess of them.
I’m masculine, they're messages are full of fluff and estrogen
I’m guessing all this testosterone is what makes me an awesome gnome
Floss em til my cocks a fucking fossil bone.
Madchilds immaculate back wack with a crack faculty
Rolling like tobacco leaves after they dry naturally
Accolades for laying tracks like a rap factory.
Guess that I’m back tackling raps like an athlete.
Quick your tackling
Shit is just spectacular
Vernacular thats sharper then the fangs I hang from Dracula
Killers of the wet cuz I’m iller, they ain’t no feeling lace.
Fat boy I'll beat you with full pop cans in a pillow case
I remember days of saying : “Hey! Check out my Rasta homes"
Little monster's home from doing concerts writing constant poems.
Busting it up on posturepedic mattresses with actresses.
The fact is that I’m back with more accuracy then maps and atlases.
But I’m not sure if i lost game or my attractiveness
It seems that my activity is dropping sexual activeness
What, am I black listed from porn stars and actresses?
Maybe the most eligible bachelor that just spat vicious.
Once we get it crackin, fuck you til I break your back bitches.
You no different than the last bitches
Half riches, half fame
Half of you don’t even know my real name
That’s real lame, giving up your pussy just to feel fame
Had to trade my heart in for an artery with a steel frame.
And part of me thinks that maybe your retarded, what’s the deal babe?
What? Just cuz I’m famous I don't feel pain?
You don’t think that your talking to somebody that's got a real brain?
I despise all of your lies, I just ain't got time to call you out.
Polishin' in my wallet, this is what it's all about.
I knew I couldn’t love her
It's another freak falling out, killin’ it til I fulfill my prophecy, I'm balling out.
Madchilds immaculate back wack with a crack faculty
Rolling like tobacco leaves after they dry naturally
Accolades for laying tracks like a rap factory.
Guess that I’m back tackling raps like an athlete.
Quick your tackling
Shit is just spectacular
Vernacular thats sharper then the fangs I hang from Dracula
Killers of the wet cuz I’m iller, they ain’t no feeling lace.
Fat boy I'll beat you with full pop cans in a pillow case.
Thanks to Mrimpossible93 for correcting these lyrics
