I can't seem to get these thoughts out of my head

 (Verse 1: Mad Child)
 Emotionally im a roller coaster
 Dope white boy put me in the coka nostra
 No need for you to think it over
 Pull up in a grey range rover
And stay sober
 Mess with madchild
 Pull out two blammers
Girls call me thor cause the size of my hammer
 Thinkin' you the ace face, you a bell boy
I'm a f***ing space case like elroy
 Half devil, Half man like [bad word] boy
 When I flex my biceps and deltoids
 On steroids, I'm kinda paranoid
 I make rare noises when I deliver like an errand boy
 I'm a scary fellow
 No gold, No diamonds in canary yellow
 Opposite of very mellow
 Don't trip, I got it covered like a canopy
 But people look at me like im from 'Sons of Anarchy'

 [bad word] 
 I can't seem to get these thoughts out of my head
 Out of my head x4

 (Verse 2: Mad Child)
I just dropped my f***ing album
 Get it hot off the shelf
 'Dope Sick'
 I'm a small green goblin from [bad word]  You won't even have to follow my words
 My rap, slap you in the face like a volleyball serve
 And I am one for charm and harmony's
 I rap retardely, sevre seven arteries
 I'm an artist thats a modern beast
 Still chin, iron jaws, silver tongue and sauder teeth
I'm not a rich rapper, I'm a volunteer
 Think about my life and I wipe away a fallen tear
 Yeah, Burly little verse killer
 That draw first blood, pure coke no filler
 I should get a permit to release
 I'm a wurtilizer so I'm refurbishing verses from the garbage in the streets
 The King of Canada, new [bad word]  You can be my prodical methodically oddity

 [bad word] 

 Out of my head x4

 (verse 3: Mad Child)
 All my ex girls tatted on my right arm
When I go to bed at night, I leave the lights on
 Keep a movie playing voices screaming in my head
 Not to mention the Boogy Monsters underneath my bed
And where I live it's either snowing or it rains
 Blood is flowing through my veins
 Trying to stay away from thoughts that are blowing out my brain
 Knowing im insane
 But im staying away from dope
 And I'm sewing up the game
 Mood change
 Now the colour on my mood ring bright
 Cause im high up on the food chain
 Shoe game tight
 [bad word] me, you dont wanna romp with this rare beast
 Rapping Till I'm old saggy balls and a hair piece
 Two G's for a verse? That's a fair trade
 Open up my mouth and it sounds like an air raid
I don't narrate, I just live the story
 I'll make a mockery of you and tell your kids im sorry
 Anybody cross my path, Thats a foolish dude
Cause mentally [bad word] like [bad word] cube
 I'm a freakazoid
 I should seek treatment
 I keep creeping and Breathe deep, pee frequent

 [bad word] 

 Out of my head x4

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