I’m a little monster, yup, little mobster Thirty days, thirty songs, thirty girls, thirty concerts I’m never wearing Abercrombie Rocking Red Dragon but I’m airing out my laundry Thumbs up like the Fonzi, now it’s Happy Days Rappers I decapitate, hack em with the axe’s blade I don’t got my taxes paid but murder every track I make My friends keep banging but I’m hanging like a macrame You see me getting aggravated, you should back away Drink six Red Bulls and smoke a pack a day Mad Child, ex-gangster, fucked for life Back me in the corner, shank you with the rusty knife I’m a crazy white boy Charles Manson Every time I rhyme I shine like the Green Lantern I have to learn how to handle my life I had to go to anger management twice Going going back back to Cali Cali where everything’s nice Got the ‘64 Impala with the dangling dice And my Dayton shine bright off of the Los Angeles lights Like Dilated and Mad work the Angles at night Yeah Mad work the angles at night
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Now don’t compare me to these other clowns Cause the difference is realness, difference is realness In life there’s gonna be some ups and downs Still got issues to deal with, issues to deal with But if you love the nightlife put your hands up high If you like to get right throw your hands up high If you make your own moves and create your own rules Well alright then, well alright then
[Verse 2]
I’m stomping on the concrete rocking to a crunk beat Puffing on some skunk weed, jeans Red Monkey My gold chain chunky, I’m just bullshitting That ain’t me dog nah I’m just bullshitting Mad Child’s a vicious pitbull, you a small kitten These rappers claim freestyles but they all written I got the meanest vocals, call me Nino Loco Living la vida loca, flipping weed and keys of coca I’m working out looking like a Ninja Turtle Cooler than a Popsicle but I got obstacles to hurdle Plus these raps I gotta murder Armed and mellow like I’m Donatello Let my body turn to Jello, now I’m back fully developed Revive a dying dream, we are not a dying breed Soul controller, Coca Cola, Moka Only lime green
Used to light drugs going the night clubs now my shit gone But my eyeballs felt like light bulbs switched on
[Chorus]
Now don’t compare me to these other clowns Cause the difference is realness, difference is realness In life there’s gonna be some ups and downs Still got issues to deal with, issues to deal with But if you love the nightlife put your hands up high If you like to get right throw your hands up high If you make your own moves and create your own rules Well alright then, well alright then
[Verse 3]
Sometimes I get so depressed I can’t get off of the couch My loft looks like it’s occupied by Oscar the Grouch My car looks like I traded it for 80s and weed But it’s a fairly new Mercedes, I just made it a heap People say fuck, here come that Canadian freak Long fingernails smell like he ain’t been bathing in weeks, aw shit I’m coming out like I’m a bat out of hell The way I rap, write, and fuck like I just got outta jail Now I can do what he can do but he can’t do what I do I make you take a peek-a-boo and see the freak inside you Cause I’ve developed a quite fulfilling psychedelic drug Plus I’m fire-repellent, I’m a psycho villain cuz She was still fucked up today but it might be fine tomorrow Otherwise I’m going kamikaze, say your sayonara
I hit you like a torpedo, I’m killing all these rappers that are more than Oakie-Doke from Canada to Tokyo And when I die they’ll build a statue with the court below Best looking white rapper with a broken nose
[Chorus]
Now don’t compare me to these other clowns Cause the difference is realness, difference is realness In life there’s gonna be some ups and downs Still got issues to deal with, issues to deal with But if you love the nig