Mad Child (of Swollen Members) - Black Belt lyrics

rate me

It’s all up in my head

It’s all up in my head

It’s all up in my head

It’s all up in my head

I’m from Canada, I’m from Canada

Used to be an addict now I’m cleaner than a janitor

Open up my mouth its rapid fire from a banana clip

shoot a bunch of manikins, I’m a fucking anarchist

I want a Grammy, our formats the Juno, Americans

look at us like we're Borat or Bruno, I don't bathe got

cooties still get my kudos, warlock from Pluto,

black belt in Judo,I do a bunch of lines and get a red

nose like Rudolf, watching porno wacking off in front

of my computer, last eight months I’ve been straighter

than a ruler and my medulla oblongata is a barracuda,

but it’s a cold world man, colder than a cooler,

it’s cold out there man, people have gotten crueler,

I’m tryin' to get fat rub my belly like Buddha,

And make a million spittin' punchlines like Luda,

2 x Chorus:

I’m going crazy inside my head

The sun is going black and the sky's gone red

will I wake up in the morning or will I be dead

There is something very wrong with me.

I want it all dog, I want it all dog

The money that I make is mine keep your paws off

Under my bed I got a glocc and it's sawed off

I breathe fire, spit lightning and rap my balls off

Yeah, I am narcissistic, plus a shark at business

my art is dark and twisted

On the roof I'm getting chased, by two cop vets

trying to memorize my verse for DjBooth.net

And life is full of pain and death no antidote

Life is f*cking hard, I wish this shit came with a manual

I guess that’s why they read the bible, it's Mr. Suicidal

You wanna live right, do the opposite that I do

Listen this is arson I’m a vicious martian

I leave you sleeping with the fishes it's the

headless horseman, I was a friendless orphin

that got offended often

Now I’m a splendid boyfriend making an endless profit.

It’s all up in my head, I’m going crazy

It’s all up in my head, for real man I’m losing it

It’s all up in my head, I think I need some more drugs dog

It’s all up in my head.

[Chorus:]

And where I live there ain't nobody that is better than me

So I just rap in front of mirrors, my competitor's me

Now I’m battling myself, battling myself

I will kill you they will dissect your anatomy in hell

Assault Battery, my batteries are recharged

I'll kill your whole f*cking album, with three bars

Yo that stupid customs officer's a retard

I need to get back in the States, with the green card

Skin kind of oily, my blood start boiling I send you

across the table lying flatter than a doily

lucky like a four leaf clover super grover flying down and

punching out a ruthless group of stupid ogres

Imagine if Jughead and Veronica

were listening to J electronica

while Reggie rolled the chronic up

Always stay on my guard wishing on a falling star

Walking down the street

look like I'm 'bout to rob an armored car

I keep my lid low, I keep my brow frowned

looking at the gas attendant like you better bow down

I’m a Boondock Saint wearing tube socks a new glocc

and Tupac playin

It’s all up in my head

Thanks to AJ for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Kendra for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Cory for correcting these lyrics