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[Intro: Woody Wood Pecker]
No Friends, No Money. Ahhh, what's the use,
If I had a gun I'd shoot myself (boom)

[Verse 1:]
Yo, Yo
I still split atoms and neutrons
Killing every rapper from LA to the Yukon
We used to pass grey poupon, now I'm clippin'
Coupons with an old tuque on
Demi God got into debit fraud
Flat broke rap star no credit card
Yeah my head is hard,
Call me Mr. Thing
If rap taxes slow it down
You won't miss a thing,
I don't miss a thing
I'm a vicious king
Not havin' any cash when it's christmas stings
And I am intergalactic
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle doin' back flips
(Let 'em have it) Raw denim and some new balance
Hit you like pow!
Right to the moon Alice!
I ain't got no money
But I'm on one
Wombat, I'm a swamp rat
Drinkin' pond scum
I'm growin' crops on my farmland
Kill a fuckin' nazi with a
Swatstika armband
Life's a popularity contest
Madchild's back with the scariest monsters
I fucked this girl,
She was barely unconscious
But now she
Wanna marry me,
This therapy's nonsense
Yeah I'm back
I'm a powerhouse,
You a little hot dog
Full of sauerkraut
Madchild I'm a fuckin' Grizzly
You won't make it rain dog,
It's barely drizzling
Think you're shit's hot?
Mine is fuckin' sizzling
Yeah I'm fly, I'm a fuckin'
Your fault they are not listening
You on some Mickey Mouse shit
Walt Disney (hahaha)
And you rap for the wrong reasons,
But my wheels keeping spinning
All season

[Verse 2:]
Hey look,
Yeah I know
I was living wrong
But I know how to make it right
I'm on fire when I'm naked
Talladega Nights (ahh)
Now Madchild's back
You better say goodnight
Bust a sharp left,
When I break right
I ain't stopping
I am running every red light
Like a deer caught in my headlights
Scratchin' your head like you got headlice
Thinkin' how the fuck did he come back
You been dead twice
Madchild, I'm runnin' wild
Like a loose cannon
Daydreamin' racing Drake
In a new phantom
I'm coming through in a race
I'm a beast,
Cause I rap till I'm blue in the face
Get It I'm a beast,
Till I'm blue the face?
Get it crackin' like a bat with an aluminum base,
Misguided angel,
I'm a demon killer
Bad man in the mirror
I'm a fuckin' thriller
(Which means you better fuckin' beat it man)

[Verse 3:]
Madchild spit razor sharp
Like an x-acto blade
The pterodactyl,
I'm a Jackyl with these accolades
Hangin' like a macarame
Crack rock hit the jackpot
Smoke a pack a day
I'm tinfoil in your microwave
Roll up on BMX, shoot you in the face
Ride my bike away
Work of art Leonardo Da Vinci
[?] I rap retardedly I'm
Hardly a mystery
In a cardigan, I'm hard to miss
Like mardted for disney (Wow)
It's like water and listerine
Now that my piss clean people are listening

That's it, wow
Oh Boy
The kid's back!
The Pepsi cola kid's back!
The silver surfer is back!
I'm from the wild west muthafucker!

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