MattBrevner - MADCHILD DISS OFFICIAL - Part 1 | Текст песни

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Don't get it twisted, Ive got love for BaxWar
Breaks my heart to see who people breaking they backs for
150 dollars what you selling that patch for?
These people fucking love you dawg, what more could you ask for?
But you don't love 'em back shane, ya selfish
preying on the drug addicted, weak, and the helpless
set a good example Mr. Bunting, you're the eldest
45 year old shrimp; stale shell fish
And you're getting stinky as fuck
with that cocaine pinky nail, the jiggly is up
tell the kids you're sober so they're bigging ya up
but you're dope sick throwing up, shit the Oxy is rough!
And I don't give a fuck if you get high
got as many friends in rehab as the next guy
you burnt every bridge you ever built just to get by
nobody says nothing, but I can't let that shit fly
Lets take it back to 2012
when your debut album, couldn't keep it on the shelves
I paid for your video, so I was broke as hell
And you said you were touring, I could come for free as well
Shit, I thought \"Mad's blowing up like Iraq!
I should ask him about my money, nah, never mind that
Go and make connections, sell some merch, climb back\"
But a week before we leave, he said he wanted 5 racks
You motherfucking bitch as chump
That's how you treat a friend who helped you when their down in the dumps?
That's how you treat someone who helped you get up out of your slump?
And out you back on television with a single to bump? Huh?
But I was in too deep to quit
So I called my big homie and he cuffed me a brick
Chipped away for 7 days nigga, down to the zip
Drivin' round the lower mainland with coke on my dick
Thank GOD I got the money in time
'Cuz I don't have no label bro, the money was mine
You were acting like my best friend, the chummiest guy
But low key, there was jealousy, the ugliest kind
Thinking back, it's not like I'm wondering why
I mean, I was half your age, coming up in my prime
The misguided angel, up in the sky
Madchild the black hole, sucking my shine
On the bus every night, you said some unreal shit!
Like, Tre Nyce that, and Sonreal this, WAIT
Then you do a song together? when you told me, and I quote
he's a faggot ass bitch
Fucking snake, you do anything for buzz
Like a child with no daddy, you do anything for love
Fronting like you're street, but you're anything but tough
Like that concert out in Windsor, that was anything but thug
Some real gangsters came out swingin'
You were nowhere to be found Shane, straight up missin'
Your merch dude Tyler caught a straight up lickin'
Cuz you locked him out the bus like a straight up CHICKEN
You let your friends and fans get beat for ya?
Tried to get my brother Stevie Ross to call police for ya?
Meanwhile, he thought I was dead
Shit, but I was in my tour bus, getting some head
RCMP, yup, you went to the feds
And wrote a Twitter finger follow up, protecting your cred
Im reminiscing on a blunt, let that PK swirl
Buttchild, insecure like a teenage girl
He's a stingy mother fucker, all about the cash
charging fans 30 dollars for an autograph
Meet him in person? Shit, it's hard not to laugh
Looking like an older ugly Mickey Rourke, sawed in half
Yeah I saw it first hand, brought Napoleon back from the dead
gave him a hit record and some brand new visuals, his team took all the creed
I should've known better than to trust an old J, should've listened to what everybody said
I mean, I produced the song, and I paid for the video. Never got a royalty check

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