Mad Child
Текст песни Drugs In My Pocket

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.



Thanks to mikeeeyy

Thanks to steezie.ray for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to mikkie for correcting these lyrics