Lyrics
I'm a mongoloid with an ongoing convoy
I identify as an outsider with a continuous group of supporters
Tats on my face and my hands and my arms, boy
I have tattoos on my face, hands, and arms, indicating a rebellious persona
I don't fuck around, boy, I am very down
I don't mess around, and I am very committed
I'm an underdog, blue, Huckleberry Hound
I am an underdog, likened to the character Huckleberry Hound who is blue
I used to wear a crown encrusted with fake jewels
I used to pretend to be royalty with fake adornments
Guess I had to die so I could resurrect and make moves
I had to face difficulties but emerged stronger and more determined
Most of these mainstream raps sound like Playschool
Mainstream rap often sounds basic and unoriginal
Now I am Skeletor, I live in Castle Greyskull
I now embrace a darker, more sinister identity, living in Castle Greyskull
More cigarette smoke than an ashtray
Heavy smoking, likened to an ashtray
I am underground again like the Batcave
I'm back to the underground scene, akin to the Batcave
Or a parking lot
Reference to a secluded and possibly dangerous place
I'm in the darkest spot
Expressing being in a dark, challenging situation
I'm paying rent on a loft and a parking spot
Paying for both a loft and a parking spot, highlighting financial responsibilities
I'm trying to walk these dogs but they bark a lot
Facing challenges in managing personal matters
I am so stressed my heart could stop
Under significant stress that could have adverse health effects
Man, I shred through every verse like Wolverine
I excel in my rap verses, drawing a parallel to Wolverine's claws
But I got visions of myself on the silver screen
Aspiring to be recognized in the mainstream, on the silver screen
I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day
Repetition emphasizing a pattern of seclusion, contrasted with fan support
I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day
-I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day
-While my fans be chanting Madchild, boom-bye-yae
-You get shot with a Glock
Comparing challenges and successes with a juxtaposition of firearms and photography
I get shot by a Minolta
-You get paid by selling drugs
-I get paid by a promoter
-Now tell everybody that the game is over
-Madchild spit greased lightning like John Travolta
-Shit's real
Acknowledging the harsh reality
Multiple personality disorder
Expressing internal struggles and facing obstacles, possibly related to crossing borders
How I feel?
-How come they won't allow me across the border?
-What's the deal?
Describing emotional detachment and resilience
This old ox got hit by a road block
-In old socks with a gold Glock, got cold cocked
-I got no emotions like a robot
-Northwest King from Van to Manitoba
Proudly representing the Northwest, from Vancouver to Manitoba
They tried to tell me Madchild it's over
Defying predictions of decline and refusing to become irrelevant
But I refused to be old news like I was Hova
-Now I'm afraid of what I might do
Expressing self-doubt and dissatisfaction with one's own reflection
Looking in the mirror like, "I don't even like you"
-Sober and I'm dangerous, can't afford a strike two
Being cautious and avoiding mistakes, continuing in the rap industry
So I'll keep rapping 'til I'm ice cold and bright blue
-I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day
Reiteration of the theme of seclusion and fan support
I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day
-I just leave my house, I'm in my room all day
-While my fans be chanting Madchild, boom-bye-yae
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