LL Mad Child is hard as hell Battle anybody I don’t care if you tell Yeah I excel, they all fail That’s why Mad Child rock the bells Getting into fights ain’t a problem of mine Cause I always do my thing when it’s clobbering time All I leave is a gloomy corpse Cause I’m still on fire like the Human Torch Forever Swollen Members but burn you solo Mad Child says, “Flame on” no homo I’m a pyro, watch me spiral Back into the ‘90s like De La and Hyro I’m from Canada, an awful climate And I rap like my brainwaves are off alignment Yeah, I’m in the desert high on peyote Eyes popping out like Wile E. Coyote
[Hook]
Knock knock they don’t wanna let me in Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin Dress like a G, tattoos on my skin Saying that I’m guilty of all seven sins
Knock knock they don’t wanna let me in Trying to stop Mad from what I could have been You can huff, you can puff, you can snag all my friends But I’m Little Bad Wolf, this is not the end
[Verse 2]
Yo I tried to get into the States, they weren’t having it Going through my bag like a bunch of savages Customs agent looking like he’s mad at me Cause I got friends that look like Sons of Anarchy Knew that I’m a rapper, guess he’s not a fan of me Looking at me crazy, was pure insanity Ten hours go by not panicking I just sat there still like a mannequin I was laughing, they kept asking me what gang I’m in Started being nicer cause I didn’t use profanity I thought, what’s the point? I’ll be a gentleman Instead of being an a*****e pumped up on adrenaline Thinking to myself I can’t believe I’m red-flagged I love the States, how the f**k I’m gonna get back? It’s not like I’m smuggling drugs All of this just because I hang out with a couple of thugs?