Balboa Lyrics - Mad Child

[Verse 1] 

I'm still lucky like a four leaf clover 

Still lucky that my life ain't over 

Started out with the white Range Rover 

'Cause my friend crashed my Mustang Cobra 

[?] but some even colder 

Four years past, I guess that day's over 

I got a new whip, giving it some gas 

'Cause at this point, no point living in the past 

And I don't give a fuck what these people think 

'Cause a chain's only as strong as the weakest link 

And my mouth's a chainsaw, I'm still winning 

Still bringing, with shining iron, teeth spinning 

I'm a marine wearing jungle green 

I brought a submachine gun into a submarine 

Witches vocalising. Warcraft immobilizing 

Still a short and sort of vulgar ogre, known for pulverizing 

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I know it cuts like a knife 

Cuts like a knife 

I know it cuts like a knife 

I know it cuts like a knife 

I know it cuts like a knife 

[Verse 2] 

I am skeleton and golden spleen 

Still healing fast like I'm Wolverine 

Fangs of a Doberman, claws are adamantium 

Shining like the silverware you'll find inside a pantry 

Have a temper tantrum and I'll slide into your pancreas 

You shouldn't tamper with the champion at trampling 

I'm Hannibal, I'll make my escape inside an ambulance 

From peeling all the skin off your face like you're a mandarin 

Orange with a bunch more oranges in a box for storage 

Behind my forehead there's a lot more awful thoughts that's horrid 

My mind's been in the game so long, my ears got melancholy 

Tougher than a rugby playing wrestler that's a felon brawling 

Yo, I pack a rather big punch 

I'm a killer whale, you're a scallop salad from lunch 

This North Van local, will dwarf your vocals 

This forceful corporal provokes all chokeholds 

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I know it cuts like a knife, huh 

Nah, I know it cuts like a, eh 

[Verse 3] 

Guess who's back phenomenally 

Your man Bruce Lee and Muhammad Ali 

Yeah, the common artist here to kill predominantly 

You could put all of the money in your wallet on me 

And life is not a smooth ride even if you're mobile 

Globally a snowmobile through mobiles 

Soul is empty with just hollow dreams 

So I'll keep fighting 'till I'm dead like Apollo Creed 

Little Rocky's back, I survive all battles 

Crushing while I'm rushing like I'm Ivan Drago 

Rap a mile a minute while your idol babbles 

Places that you've dreamed of, I just traveled 

Yo, you're sounding like my granny rap 

Rapping like a tranny doing xanies with a fanny pack 

While I'm snapping in my habitat 

Make you sound like you were fucking handicapped 

Cuts like a knife, huh