DNA - Madchild

I got demons in my DNA

That’s why everyday I’m on that PMA

Come at me and end up DOA

All my friends are shooters, homie, we no play

Yeah

This is anarchy with more strategic perjury

Brace yourself for impact, orthopedic surgery

Making up for lost time, now I move with urgency

You don’t want to cross the line, Vancouver emergency

Woah, snap like I’m Satan, spit it blatantly

My head is full of crazy ideas, there’s no more vacancy

Didn’t reach my pinnacle, lunar eclipse was minimal

All my lines are linear, lunatics in my lineage

Guardian of the Galaxy, a space raccoon

Face tattoo, Gucci plates and place mats too

Lots of mirrors in the crib, it makes me face facts too

But I’ve got memories that I don’t like to trace back to

Ugh

I got demons in my DNA

That’s why everyday I’m on that PMA

Come at me and end up DOA

All my friends are shooters, homie, we no play

Point, fuck around and you gon' need six pumpers

Will scream it in my head, above bangs

Shave my head, I’ma fuckin' ba-ba-bang

Shoot 'em for the great white shark in a small quale

Oh, you make a song a day?

That would explain a lot

Too many empty freight cars in your train of thought

Life is complicated with a lot of crazy moving parts

Only like a girl if she’s quiet when the movie starts

Too assassinate again is still an active dream

Kill your character but I’ll need an extraction team

My operation in progress, my occupation is spazzing

your occupation, that’s an occupational hazard

Mad’s a victim of worrying, Mad’s addicted to hurrying

Mad is wickedly furiously, be meticulously scurrying

Scrambling around to pick the pieces of the puzzle up

Put it back together, get the picture, get my hustle up

I got demons in my DNA

That’s why everyday I’m on that PMA

Come at me and end up DOA

All my friends are shooters, homie, we no play