Super Ill Villian

Bounty hunter like Boba Fett Inspector Gadget with the go-go jet People look at me saying, "Boy that man bad" Warrior like Braveheart, Troy, and Mad Max Striker with the battle axe, mic I can shatter that Glad I got my shadow back riding in the Cadillac Coupe de Ville chilling super ill villain Won't let me in the States but my group's still killing You don't really want to try to hurt my feelings That's when your blood could squirt to the ceiling Rob Vike chilling, Prev-one chilling What more can I say? I'm still in Even though I'm not there still top billing Ice-T got away with songs about cop killing I was being good, that's what I call raw dealings Aw fuck it, I don't even care I'm a leave it there I'm lucky to be even fucking breathing air Hey Mad Child, crawl into a corner and die I can't do that, I still must try This is all I'm put on this earth for All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war Cops still treat me like I am in a gang But how could I be? I don't do anything All I do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out Praying everything is gonna work out Hey to make it in this game is like winning the jackpot These days you don't need a label, just a laptop Rapping has failed and turned into a crackpot So I suggest a second job if you a have-not Anything, selling drugs, pouring blacktop You can't eat off Facebook getting mad props Old and broke, that shit'll leave you in a bad spot Shooting videos with grandma's kitchen as the backdrop Okay, I know my time is coming, feel like I'm gonna blast off Cause I got nothing left to lose, I rap my ass off I listen to these rappers, mad soft Cause everybody sound the same, flash mob See I can do that too but it won't last dog So I said fuck it and choose to do exact opp So how I'm gonna turn this shit into a cash crop? Shit, I'm a keep on spitting till the last drop Hey Mad Child, crawl into a corner and die I can't do that, I still must try This is all I'm put on this earth for All my other friends are busy caught in a turf war Cops still treat me like I am in a gang How could I be? I don't do anything All I do is stay home, write rhymes, and work out Praying everything is gonna work out