Mad Child

Mad Child - Drugs In My Pocket lyrics

rate me

Fuck this economy

Cigarettes and red bull

Yeah, k, look

I am the provider with the spider and the Viking

And on the typewriter I am divider of the titans

Faster than a motorbike and brighter than a bolt of lightning

Tight is when I hold the mic explode and show the world excitement

Totally enlightened and walking on a different path

When I hit a verse it's like a fucking car collision crash

The rate of rebuilding my life it isn't fast (nah)

I don't care how rich I get I'm never flying business class

Put me in economy

I don't care who you bunch of stars like it's astronomy and I am an anomaly

The type of verses that I spit could be a real problem Ill goblin climbing up the hill hoblin

Still squablin'

Unidentified flying object

They wondering what's inside my closet

Little green Martians and sci fi projects

A big furry monster with eyes like targets

Carcass with a parka wearing a motorcycle helmet

Help me I'm a psycho with a knife and mental illness

Give me a gun I am troublesome

Cause I'm quick to pop a rapper like he's bubble gum

I got drugs in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket

I got drugs in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket

He put drugs in my pocket man, I thought that I was through with them

Yeah, drugs in my pocket

I got drugs in my pocket, I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket

Got a red under my bed

There's a little yellow man in my head

I'm a bi-polar polar bear sipping up a polar fleece Drinking polar ice and pepsi cola on a coral reef

Every lyric that I spit it's an oral feet

Elbow on my knees head in hands thinking po-ro me

I keep a strap tucked

At least a sharp blade

Cause kids be playing more games than an arcade

And I am not afraid

I will shoot you dead

There's more snakes in this club than Medusa's head

I'm still underground

Call me tomb raider

While I rap with iron jaws like moon raker

You keep lying while you tell the kids your cool fables I'll chop your fucking head off and leave it on the pool table

I'm not too stable

I am off my rocker

I'll lift you while making noises like I was chubacca

I'm fucking dope

Like I could cook the rock up

He's a moonlocka and I'm down to knock his fucking block off

So thank you Mr Ron Cavano

My friends in jail for more keys than a grand piano

When I say I'm hot that means that I'm too hot to handle If I will make it a rap to Willy Nelson I can rock a banjo

I got drugs in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket

I got drugs in my pocket man, I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, I got drugs in my pocket

He put drugs in my pocket man, I thought that I was through with them

Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket

I got drugs in my pocket, I don't know what to do with them

Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket

I got a 38 special in the pocket of my hoodie

While I shake my pill bottle see if I still got some goodies

Give me a gun I am troublesome

Quick to pop a fucking rapper like he's bubble gum

I swear I'll stab him with a sharpened led pencil

Cause rappers they got great big heads like Fred Flinstone

I'm Michael Myers with a pair of pliers

First I'll eat your eyes and then I'll set your hair on fire

Now call me Jason with a hockey mask

Mid-life crisis and I'm still a little cocky brat

Eh I'm tired of all these copy cats

I need some help

I've never felt this fucked

Cause I had everything and then I had to self destruct

Now I've got nothing but I swear that I am not complaining

Signing out from Canada

Van city where it's always raining.<br />

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Thanks to mikeeeyy

Thanks to steezie.ray for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to mikkie for correcting these lyrics

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