Animal Fight Lyrics - Mad Child

[Verse 1] 

I'm an underground hip hop tycoon 

You're a kite dancing in the wind, I'm a typhoon 

This isn't a miserable prison, this is my room 

Mad's a cowboy having a showdown a high noon 

Who wants to step, I welcome you to the test 

Only marketing isn't shit, but I'm arguably the best 

When I'm not on drugs and I'm obviously not on meds 

I'm a pirate, I'll steal your gold in mahogany wooden chest 

And I'm back to fucking groupies, massagin' me on my bed 

I don't answer the phone at night 'cause I'm probably getting head 

I'm a hobbling goblin gobbling rappers that think they're problems here 

Said I'm a goblin bitch, but down for robbing your shit 

Haters and doubters have probably thought I'm dead 

Got you stuck on stupid, a wobbling bobblehead 

You think you're funny you dummy I'm making money bitch 

Talking shit in the rain, out here it's fucking sunny bitch 

And on this harbor, no harboring, no resentment 

But on that harbor I marvel it all to tension 

And people think that i'm walking 'round with my henchmen 

While scheming and plotting vengeance 

That's not even my intentions 

My psycho analysis from psycho analysts 

I'm psycho and a risk, iPhone's camera click 

I video my show with the lights on in a dark room 

Light six hundred candles lit, in case I go ham and shit 

They hope to catch me having a meltdown again 

Like, my skull's a microwave and my brain's a banana split 

But I can handle it, hold the mic with a hammer grip 

Got rid of all the bad companionship's 

Now they're like Manny rips 

Animal Fight (x2) 

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[Verse 2] 

Yo, I'm running this division again, it's mine, I ran it 

I've gave some people a chance, but shit, I've had it 

I'm holding on to bars and I can see their eyes panic 

Hit with every sentence so hard, it's like time added 

The sharpest knife in the drawer when I grind at it 

I'm adding, climatic line pattern, rhyme addict 

Vicious on the streets and I still got some enforcers 

And my listeners, they know my psychological tortures 

Yo, I'm climbing from the bottom still 

Black Chanel Balaclava, diamond bottom grill 

Two missions completed, got one mission left 

Spit with every vicious breath, it's the kiss of death 

Your shit is leaking, wouldn't want to be in your boat 

Back here to turn all of these animals into fur coats 

So get the fuck out of my way homie, vámonos 

Knocking over everyone at once, line of dominoes 

Madchild, I am colder than the winter games 

Little Rocky playing hockey in Versace vintage frames 

Did some dumb shit that got some Warriors nervous 

Back to murdering, i'm burden with a glorious purpose 

Stand 5 foot 7 but I still hear some rambling 

If i'm a dwarf, i'm worth money like a 4 foot companion 

A champion that can't be in that state of mind for too long 

The blue's gone, the true strong survived. Time to move on 

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