Act My Age - Madchild

Rappers talking shit, that’s a slaughter call

Slice his neck, blood flowing like a waterfall

I’m a sexy fucking beast, hope your daughter’s home

I’m a modern gnome spitting out a lot of poems

You want to hear the fucking best?

'Kay, you got it, holmes

I don’t like to sit and rot at home, watch this Rottie foam

Foaming at the mouth, roaming through the South

Kill it in the North, kill it in your house

Doesn’t really matter where I’m at — white tarantula

My name is spreading all around, got a spatula?

Little guy but my aura is gargantuan

People stop in cars and tell me, «Mad Child, you’re a champion»

I say thank you very much, take a quick photo

Don’t like my shit?

You can suck my fucking dick, dodo

Said I rise like a phoenix

Clean that fucking shit out of your ears, get a Kleenex

I’m happy to be back on stage

I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna act my age

I’m just repping that I rap all day

Cause I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna act my age

Getting girls, I just laugh all day

Making money, make this rap game pay

Man, I’m happy to be back on stage

Cause I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna act my age

You?

You’re like Fozzie the Bear and you got bad habits

Me?

I’m Ozzy Osbourne in fuckin' Black Sabbath

Little Monster, I’m a track savage

Me and my team, we all break bread and crack cabbage

Travel 'round the world like gypsies and pirates

More like little Alex with a little Ultraviolence

Doing shows, I’m a real Rock-n-Rolla

Hit the telly drunk and go for walks and talk to Lola

Picking up these bitches that are half my age

Cause I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna act my age

Friends with all my enemies, walk among identi-thieves

Borderline insanity and rapping is my remedy

Mentally I’m battling myself, I need a sedative

For real, this shit is like Alien versus Predator

I’ll eat these rappers like a fucking bag of Cheesies

I’m colder than a bag of Freezies

Don’t worry about my age.

You should worry about my rage

How I jump onto a stage like I just broke out the cage

Fifteen years ago, crazy little rapping hobo

Up shit’s creek without a paddle in a plastic rowboat

I’m venting with constant tension

Beyond comprehension, a wanted henchman

I’m an old creep giving you the heebie-jeebies

Punk rock like it’s '86 and I’m at CBGB’s

Slice your face with an X-Acto blade

My friends are saying, «Time for you to act your age»

Naw, that’s ok.

I just want to sit around and rap all day

I just sit around and laugh all day, making racks off these tracks like it’s

crack cocaine