White Tyson Lyrics - Mad Child

[Verse 1] 

Yeah 

I am back with a vengeance 

I'm a cowboy that hangs with the Indians 

Yeah I'm dancing with wolves 

But I ain't hiding nothing, I don't wear sheeps clothes 

Look into my mind it's a freak show 

If you don't like what I do you can deep-throat 

All eight inches 

Fuck you, fuck hate and fuck fake friendships 

Yeah 

I am violent frequent 

One thing I never get is the silent treatment 

Work everyday, that's my fucking secret 

I'm the underground king so I'm not beneath it 

All you fuckboys that shit-talk 

Punch a hole through your face like it's gyprock 

Take a hit bitch, dip. You could kick rocks 

I'm dope like a brick rock of yay' in a Ziploc 

I'm a Wu-tang Clan freak 

Plus I'm colorful like Toucan Sam's beak 

300 pound gorilla that snorts cocaine 

Put a lighter to my mouth, spit propane 

Everyday I'm losing hair, I need Rogaine 

Before I get my teeth fixed, probably get a gold chain 

Flow so cold man 

I am here forever, I'm classic like John Coltrane 

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[Hook] 

Yeah 

Put your cash away 

Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face 

Knock him out cold to a basket case 

I am young Mike Tyson, I'm Cassius Clay 

Yeah 

One of the greatest of all time 

I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime 

Half these cats that are big now, they can't rhyme 

So I'll keep fighting 'till the bell, reading champs minds 

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[Verse 2] 

You will find no resemblance 

Tats on my face wearing Pendleton 

(Baxwar) 

Got a skull that's an emblem 

Stylin', the look in my eyes got them trembling 

MCs sitting on the rafts, bunch of simpletons 

Smash like I'm serving on a brass out in Wimbledon 

Get stomped while a crowd starts assembling 

I'm wearing Red Wing boots, never Timberland's 

Still, that'll leave such a mess 

Like my life last year, now it's the fucking best 

Please, don't put me to the fucking test 

Slice your heart while it's beating right from out your chest 

Yeah 

I'm on a rise like I'm stepping on an elevator 

Writing songs for the kids, you can tell they're faded 

A lot of dudes get old, fat and hella jaded 

But I'm a bionic man, brain's accelerated 

[Hook] 

Yeah 

Put your cash away 

Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face 

Knock him out cold to a basket case 

I am young Mike Tyson, I'm Cassius Clay 

Yeah 

One of the greatest of all time 

I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime 

Half these cats that are big now, they can't rhyme 

So I'll just fight 'till the bell, reading champs minds 

[Verse 3] 

No choice but to get productive 

If I don't create I get self destructive 

Slap a rapper like a puck 

That's Canucks no fuck stick 

Don't criticize if it's not constructive 

Not the one to fuck with 

Say another one, you should try your luck with 

When it comes to killing shit I am bursting out the seams 

All these other rappers really all as thirsty as it seems 

I am hungry, please believe there's a difference 

Not acting like a bunch of crack fiends on a mission 

Madchild, I am mean, I am vicious 

I'm so clean that I glisten 

Yeah 

So all these rappers better get a grip 

I've give the people what they want to hear instead of shit 

I leave scars, start cracking like a leather whip 

I got bars, start snapping when I let 'em rip 

[Hook] 

Yo 

Put your cash away 

Put a rapper in the ring, I will smash his face 

Knock him out cold to a basket case 

I am young Mike Tyson, I'm Cassius Clay 

Yeah 

One of the greatest of all time 

I am young Mike Tyson in his damn prime 

Half these cats that are big now, they can't rhyme 

So I'll just fight 'till the bell, reading champs minds 

(That's whats up.)