White Tyson - Madchild

Yeah

I am back with a vengeance

I’m a cowboy that hangs with the Indians

Yeah I’m dancing with wolves

But I ain’t hiding nothing, I don’t wear sheeps clothes

Look into my mind it’s a freak show

If you don’t like what I do you can deep-throat

All eight inches

Fuck you, fuck hate and fuck fake friendships

Yeah

I am violent frequent

One thing I’ll never get is the silent treatment

Work everyday, that’s my fucking secret

I’m the underground king so I’m not beneath it

All you fuckboys that shit-talk

Punch a hole through your face like it’s gyprock

Take a hit bitch, dip.

You could kick rocks

I’m dope like a brick rock of yay' in a Ziploc

I’m a Wu-tang Clan freak

Plus I’m colorful like Toucan Sam’s beak

300 pound gorilla that snorts cocaine

Put a lighter to my mouth, spit propane

Everyday I’m losing hair, I need Rogaine

Before I get my teeth fixed, probably get a gold chain

Flow so cold man

I am here forever, I’m classic like John Coltrane

Yeah

Put your cash away

Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face

Knock him out cold to a basket case

I am young Mike Tyson, I’m Cassius Clay

Yeah

One of the greatest of all time

I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime

Half these cats that are big now, they can’t rhyme

So I’ll keep fighting 'till the bell, reading champs minds

You will find no resemblance

Tats on my face wearing Pendleton

(Baxwar)

Got a skull that’s an emblem

Stylin', the look in my eyes got them trembling

MCs sitting on the rafts, bunch of simpletons

Smash like I’m serving on a brass out in Wimbledon

Get stomped while a crowd starts assembling

I’m wearing Red Wing boots, never Timberland’s

Still, that’ll leave such a mess

Like my life last year, now it’s the fucking best

Please, don’t put me to the fucking test

Slice your heart while it’s beating right from out your chest

Yeah

I’m on a rise like I’m stepping on an elevator

Writing songs for the kids, you can tell they’re faded

A lot of dudes get old, fat and hella jaded

But I’m a bionic man, brain’s accelerated

Yeah

Put your cash away

Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face

Knock him out cold to a basket case

I am young Mike Tyson, I’m Cassius Clay

Yeah

One of the greatest of all time

I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime

Half these cats that are big now, they can’t rhyme

So I’ll just fight 'till the bell, reading champs minds

No choice but to get productive

If I don’t create I get self destructive

Slap a rapper like a puck

That’s Canucks, no fuck stick

Don’t criticize if it’s not constructive

Not the one to fuck with

Say another one, you should try your luck with

When it comes to killing shit I am bursting out the seams

All these other rappers really all as thirsty as it seems?

I am hungry, please believe there’s a difference

Not acting like a bunch of crack fiends on a mission

Madchild, I am mean, I am vicious

I’m so clean that I glisten

Yeah

So all these rappers better get a grip

I’ve give the people what they want to hear instead of shit

I leave scars, start cracking like a leather whip

I got bars, start snapping when I let 'em rip

Yo

Put your cash away

Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face

Knock him out cold to a basket case

I am young Mike Tyson, I’m Cassius Clay

Yeah

One of the greatest of all time

I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime

Half these cats that are big now, they can’t rhyme

So I’ll just fight 'till the bell, reading champs minds

(That's whats up.)