Top Cat - Madchild

But meanwhile over in one of the uh, less attractive alleys

A top level meeting has been called by a kookie cat

Called «Top Cat»

Okay

Pistol packing poison Bandolero, an abandoned hero

Landed on this planet, I am stranded in the land of zeros

Bow down bitch, modern day feral

Kick Cupid in the balls and then I stole his fucking arrows

Tomorrow, tomorrow.

Write my name like Zorro

Tag my name on walls and I am broke enough to borrow

Soon I’ll be an underground rapper with a Bentley

And all my competition I will break it to them gently

Tell Watson that it’s elementary

‘Cause I feel like I’ve been doing this for fucking centuries

Back into the States, I truly hope that I am granted entry

Heaven’s gates, I really hope that I am granted entry

Yo, they call me king of Canada, that’s my anointment

And when I’m meeting people now they are divine appointments

They shower me with gifts, candles and the finest ointments

And incense, I’m intense.

My girl’s a princess

Never fuck with family, dawg, that shit is incest

Stopping competition like a motherfucking insect

Look out for Madchild, he’s a monster, really wants to bite us

Rap until I lose my fucking voice and I got tonsillitis

Middle aged little ankle biter taking tranquilizers

Everything I say is tantalizing, I’m an improviser

I’m on the rise now.

You could read the articles

I’ll blow a rappers brain to particles, I have a heart of gold

Break it down like this (x2)

Okay, look

Ayo, I’m still trying to make it, other things I had to sacrifice

They love my hunger rapping with the massive appetite

Running circles around your head

Saran wrap, you can’t breathe

Lock the door like Sunny in the bar, now you can’t leave

Turn a rapper into mash potatoes.

I’m a mass tornado

I’ll turn a children’s mind to mush just like a batch of Play-Doh

Banned from America.

Something you can’t duplicate

So I’m a lonely alien like from the movie Super 8

Yeah, my rhymes are hard like algebra

Don’t scrap words, I recycle them and salvage them

I said these rappers they are semi frauds

I am an immortal, I’m a beast, I am a Demigod

Banned from America, my angel is the centerfold

Brain is full of poisonous fumes and dangerous chemicals

Can’t even associate with them 'cause they are morons

Think that they are dope, I got more talent in my forearm

I’m banging on these motherfuckers like I’m Travis Barker

I’ll erase their fucking names like i’m a magic marker

I’m still alive, it’s a miracle like Magic Johnson

Old as fuck, but still a new flavor like Action Bronson

I’ll keep rapping 'till I thrash my tonsils

A fucking dragon breathing fire, I’ve got ashy nostrils

Motherfucker, I’m the last Apostle

Rap dinosaur I’ll probably be the last Jurassic fossil