Madchild - Dead Man Walkin' | Текст песни

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Gucci rollerskates and a pink beeper
Louis V, D-cup, think seeker
Mad Child sleep deep like I breathe ether
The Mad Child hold heat like the Grim Reaper
She tastes like a peach, sacred now ? so hatred is deep
Vagrants and snakes take her out to the beach
Have nightmare sweat, work it out in my sleep
I used to mask pain with cocaine and oxys
Now the pain still feel real on Suboxone
Pain is by caused this very bad posture
Feeling bad really sad in a clown costume
If life is a game I am so losing
Life filled with depression and no movement
We make choices, I hear yours loud and clear
Strange voices, get the f**k out of here
Pretty good pretending that I don’t care
As I battle with adult fear
Olympics in Whistler with Adolph Hitler
The devil and his misfits were there for Christmas
The dinner was delicious, smashing dishes
I come back clean more brash and vicious
Irrational thoughts make myself look ugly, the passion is lost
Trying to change my ways, still stashing the Glock
Trying to keep love locked, start smashing the box
f**k everyone, I am never done
Mad Child love God like Reverend Run
Back at level 1 tears filling up my eyes like the Seventh Son
That’s all she gets, three packs of cigarettes now I’m past regret
I’m a dead man walking, head plant often
Keep on talking, tin can coughing
Codename Terror, cocaine nearer
Stopped drug binge just to see things clearer
I’ll hit em with the thunderous clap
I’ve been driving five hours with a gun on my lap
I’m feeling like I’m under attack
You can tell em that the old head hunter is back
Shane’s existence is pain inflicted
They’re saying he’s different, insane and twisted

My voice is coming back now…

You can see it’s permanent, I was born to terminate
Raising up the murder rate ripping out your vertebrae
Different I’m magnificent I’m skipping while ?
And little gangster Gerber baby spitting ever word is crazy
Half-author half-? bad posture
Little Godzilla, little King Kong with the ping pong paddle
Mad cause they be rattling my cage, never battling on stage
They know that’s a bad mistake
Cause I’m a cannibal, I’m Hannibal, I’m happy to deface
Plus I hold this little racket just to smack them back in place
I was out in outerspace sitting with the pouty face
Not surfing, had to turf it, sick of how the powder taste
Now that about explains it, I was painfully erased
Then I bowed my head in shame and I was thankfully embraced
Can’t thank my fans my enough, I got an army that is ?
2011 that’ll be your Armageddon
When the smoke clears (smoke clears) we will be in Heaven
And yes we on the right track, we some living legends that
Everywhere I go I’m always seeing 57s
For the last four years, I promise never to forget it
For these spellbound hellhounds every head gets severed
And I am held down tight by a family concept
See yeah damn right keep my vanity on check
My vanity in check, I confidently stomp on these insects