Zombie Fucker - Madchild

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Shout out to the homie, Tolchock Maltijik, from Sweden

Check out the Swedish version we got of this song in this video

It’s underground Hip-Hop world wide bitch

We run this shit, BAX WAR

I am not that bored

Break into your house like Clockwork Orange

I’m a little devil with these heavenly horns

Raid your fridge and then I’ll wack off to some 70's porn

I’m coming back to do this shit like never before

And I fuck a batch of bitches still whenever we tour

Fuck yes, success the best revenge

Me and God and rap and money are the best of friends

I’m a silver tongue devil, in a silver Benz

Making songs for young rebels that don’t trust the trends

Fuck fifteen minutes of fame.

In it to win it

Demented lieutenant has entered your brain

I will not come out, now you’re stuck with me for life

I’m a psycho that won’t pipe down, boom

Exploding with vial statements, holding my own totaling, total annihilation

I’m master no debate, I’m fashionably late

I’ll grab a rapper by the face and smash 'em like a plate

So play that Madchild till your boombox shakes

Put two guns in the air, like a Boondock Saint

Stick a catheter, up the ass of a damn ambassador

I fucking massacre, bashing up every passenger

I search around for words like I’m a scavenger

And take a hot blood bath with Potpourri and Lavender

Abracadabra, grab your cadaver and masturbate

Then eat your brains like I was Hannibal then flatulate

I stand for something, I remind you all of better times

I ain’t giving up my fucking spot, you better get in line

You can not imagine all these thoughts that’s in this head of mine

Yup, I’m independent like the trucks, I’m on a steady grind

I am the greatest and I’m smashing these potato heads

Better bring my money, like a waiter with a plate of bread

I’m a maniac, an animal when I’m released

Even though I found my inner peace, I’m still a crazy beast

I’m a monster with these bars bro

Fuck a couple groupies at my show after the bars closed

I can write these raps with my eyes closed

Even though I’m old, I am Ice cold

I’m a bastard that’s a basket case

All I need’s a rope, gloves, a hammer and some masking tape

It goes trolls, demons, monsters, ogres

Watch us come together homie, play time is over

Represent the crazy and I make these rappers piss their panties

So fuck you and your whole dying flock of vigilantes

Little incredible hulk

There’s no forgetting I’m off against incredible odds

Chomping through these bars with metal jaws and little bursts of fire.

Dressing like I finally won

Used to have the worst attire

Feel it coursing through my veins, addicted to the pain

The sorcerers insane

Spit four fiery rhymes at night, like clockwork

Treacherous, I’m sketchy, unfortunately awkward

Partisan in progress, replicate a reptile

Duplicate the greatest and I’ll put myself in exile

I contain the answers that so many people seek

To truly find my happiness I had to be a freak

Shadow agent, hear the visions of a mad man

Blood fire, blood fire, bloo-, I’m a bad man

Makes sense of this insanity

Eventually reality will catch up with my vanity

Created a monster, creator of content

Statingly obvious, hating the non-sense

Reanimated human corpse, galope like a human horse

Come back like a boomerang and hit you with a booming force

I’m the opposite of all these little copy cats

Tell these little motherfuckers little Rocky’s back

I don’t write raps, known for writing mission statements

Still getting a little bitches from these vicious statements