Blitzkrieg - Madchild

Still truth, inner sin

While I push psycho, droop in hallucinogens

Venom in my verse, poison concoction

Mad spray obnoxious panic induced toxins

Usual delusional wordplay of the sick freak

And I ain’t had sex with a porn star in six weeks

Been trying to hear your new song, your shit’s weak

I’m short, fast, powerful attack — I’m a blitzkrieg

Three headed dragon with wings, I breathe fireballs

Black scales, platinum tongue, and gold eyeballs

I’m the next executioner like Lex Luthor

Dedicated my heart to the groupies, cause sex super

Still full of piss and vinegar

City full of 99 balloons, I’m the Hindenburg

You don’t want to see me spazz out fool

I distort and control like I’m Ra’s al Ghul

Adopted the darkness, chop with the sharpness

Keep your complaints, that is not my department

Yo

No such thing as a nice vulture

Lyrically a blowtorch to your ice sculpture

I’m more morbid than a mortician

Plus more efficient

Catching rappers like I’m sport fishing

Lord bishop, abort mission

Record foreign vicious

Horde visions like a worn prison

Record mode — do it with a wonderful wardrobe

Old warlord spitting swords for poor folks

Watch the shit hit the fan when I shitcan these lame fucks

Battle meter’s getting off dope, dog the pain sucks

Feel very sorry for 'em

Spit hallucinogenics weaponized in aerosol form

An electrifying bunch

Rectifying while I’m doing death defying stunts

I don’t care what you say, you can go to hell

Bored as hell, back’s so tight it’s like a tortoise shell

BAX WAR bitch

Rob the Viking