Switched On - Madchild

I’m on some terminated, kill shit

I’m on some terminator, aye

Fuck, I’m bionic in my tennis shorts

Many more for short warped Dennis the Menace dwarf

Open up your mouth like I’m a dentist in my premises

Hairline as bad as genesis with better penmanship

In Venice eating venison

I miss Los Angeles, pissed off angry just, list off languages

Manhandle a damn prime rhyme rhinoceros

Up-close and personal like watching The Apocalypse

Wearing binoculars, talking like I’m auctioning

Toxic oxygen, boxed in with ostriches

My cock monstrous, Pocahontas and moccasins

Hot as an iguana in a sauna, say the opposite

Voice hoarse like I need a box of lozenges

Go to grandma’s, have a bowl of soup and polish sausages

You can’t process it

Blooming like a million cherry blossoms on some awesome shit

White boy that has potential, Last Samurai

Camera shy, rhymes ramble longer than the camel ride

Petrify how I electrify, texting sexy fly

Bitches with my iPhone, taking pictures of my bone

Terminator flying through your country like a cyclone

Twenty shows, eighteen bitches, and then I’ll fly home

Bad for being old as fucking Battle Star Galactica

Fucking spectacular, teeth sharper than Dracula

Respect the spectacle you bitch cause I’m immaculate

Top-five crackers cracking off, that’s accurate

Archaic Angel with a flamethrower

Some rappers reach for the sky I guess I aim lower

Drake get twenty million, I get forty Gs

Him and forty, yo I had to run away from forty thieves

Conduct disorderly, more fucked when your bored of me

Distorted artistry, I blame it all on hieroglyphics

Why me, screaming standing on top of a pyramid

The joke’s over, my life’s an awful experiment

I’m the fucking last Mohican

And still I’ll blast the weekend

I’m past the deep end

A deacon, inside I’m actually freaking

Older than ColecoVision, I’m still ego driven

Nighthawk, American eagle compared to feeble pigeons

Feeling groggy, my sleeping habits are terrible

Vision foggy, maybe I’m asking for miracles

Can’t compare yourself to someone that just won the lottery

Unless you’re Slaughterhouse no one gives the fuck if you slaughtering

Tried of being the guy that almost made it, still an unknown

King Kong, blow you to Kingdom Come and then come home

Write another hundred dumb poems

I’m done holmes