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  • Текст песни Madchild - Mr. Suicidal

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    Now when Mad Child walks before Mad Child looks
    I swear to God I should be dead from all the pills I took
    But I’ll be okay
    (Cause when I’m on the mic I like to speak freely)

    [Verse 1]

    Raise your hands if you’re going insane
    If you’re feeling so depressed you wanna blow out your brains
    And you’ve been to darker places you won’t try to explain
    But still you tried to keep it moving then we’re probably the same
    I used to get high like trucks on lift kits
    Then I woke up and I said fuck this shit
    I made a promise to myself mad lip shit
    Slide through your verse like a toe heel drift kick
    From being on the doctor’s on pills like please help me
    To being on the hospital floor like please kill me
    And I ain’t scared of dying except there’s nothing to inherit
    And I owe lots of people money including my parents
    I’m trying signal right but I have mental interference
    Cause I got inner-demons that are screaming out my lyrics
    And I’m new to this new game where kids all talk shit
    That’s why I’m writing rhymes that even they can’t fuck with
    Let me do a show, let me catch somebody chuckle
    I won’t stop until my hands hurt and I got bloody knuckles
    Then I’ll take his girl and turn that boy into a cuckold
    Intelligent, I ain’t fucking with them suck hoes

    [Chorus]

    Now when Mad Child walks before Mad Child looks
    I swear to God I should be dead from all the pills I took
    But I’ll be okay
    (Cause when I’m on the mic I like to speak freely)

    And when Mad Child talks before Mad Child thinks
    I swear that I am going crazy, I should see a shrink
    But I’ll be okay
    (Cause when I’m on the mic I like to speak freely)

    [Verse 2]

    Welcome to Jamrock where kids dress like Urkel they ?
    Don’t they know that Mad Child fly like Hancock
    I’m from Vancouver where the guns go bang bro
    Told you that it’s Swollen Members ? we can’t stop
    I’m dangerous like Bangkok
    All these little rappers coming fresh out the sandbox
    Life a little crazy for me now that I’m bankrupt
    But misguided angel breaking out of his handcuffs
    Shane felt pain like acid rain drops
    So Shane popped pills that’ll make your brain rot
    Quit now I’m back conquering like Genghis
    Calm on tour fucking whores like Bang Bus

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]

    Now tell me who should take the title
    Rocking steady since the b-boy summits were in tribal
    Now it’s all about survival (Cause when I’m on the mic I like to speak freely)
    Okay you won’t have a clue on what I do until arrival
    Thought I was a shoe-in but I’m ? sitting idle
    I was super stupid now recouping ?
    And I’m just trying to break a broken group of ?
    Now call me Mr. Suicidal
    Ruthless for a writer rapping with the human spider
    I’m the Silver Surfer, stressed so I’m a Night Owl
    Never in depression so my loft is now a hideout
    It’s bright out, keep the shades down and the doors locked
    Fort Knox, keep the floor mopped, I’m a warlock
    Trying to keep a secret while I’m sneaking out the door cause
    People might be sleeping but I’m freaking out for more drugs
    Hey yo I’m set on repeat rocking undefeated but it’s dead up defeat
    White wifebeater in a white wifebeater but I don’t wear tight jeans and bright Nikes either
    You don’t like my style? I don’t like yours either
    Dating Asian girls, they got white boy fever
    Instead of beaking while I’m tweaking out I’m looking for a beacon
    And speaking while I’m deeking out the Devil on the weekends

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