Tom Cruise

I write in short form Cause I'm a warped dwarf that gargles chloroform Broke a foreign store - in chops, just cause I had a warrent for 'em I'm fuckin' torn more My fans, they are my family They're keeping me away from doing drugs and going gambling If I am home too long I feel like strangling So when my thoughts start scrambling The anger in me gets me tangled annually I write down goals I must achieve and check 'em manually Rambling in the studio 'til I'm sure there's no man handling me Play you like a mandolin - eat you like a damn panini Flipping like a dolphin - Dan Marino with a Lamborghini A couple groupie bimbos - boobies popping out their damn bikinis I wrangle wrestlers, hassle 'em and wrestle 'em Whip a lasso around these assholes, make a fuckin' mess of 'em I'm masculine - their messages are full of fluff and estrogen I'm guessing all of this testosterone Is what makes me an awesome gnome Floss 'em 'til my cock's a fuckin' fossil bone Madchild is immaculate Wack with a crack faculty Rolling like tobacco leaves After they've dried naturally Accolades from laying tracks like a rap factory Get sacked, cause I'm back - tackling raps like I'm an athlete Quit your cackling, shit is just spectacular Vernacular is sharper than the fangs that hang from Dracula Kill a silhouette cause I'm iller - there ain't no filling laced Bad boy, I'll beat you with four pop cans in a pillow case I remember days of saying, "Hey, check out my roster holmes" Yo Little Monster's home from concerts, writing constant poems Busting it up on Posturepedic mattresses with actresses The fact is that I'm back - more accurate than maps in atlasing But I'm not sure if I lost game or my attractiveness But it seems that my activities have dropped on sexual activeness What, am I blacklisted from pornstars and actresses? May be the most eligible bachelor that just spat vicious Once we get it cracking, fuck you 'til I break your back bitches You're no different than the last bitch is - half riches, half fame Half of you don't even know my real name, that's real lame Giving up your pussy just to feel faint Had to trade my heart in for an artery with a steel frame And part of me thinks maybe you're retarded, what's the deal babe? What... Just cause I'm famous I don't feel pain? You don't think you're talking to somebody that's got a real brain? I despise all of your lies, I just ain't got time to call you out Polishing my wallet means that's all it about I knew I couldn't love her, it's another freaking falling out Killin' it to laugh, I'll fill my prophecy of ballin' out Madchild is immaculate Wack with a crack faculty Rolling like tobacco leaves After they've dried naturally Accolades from laying tracks like a rap factory Get sacked, cause I'm back - tackling raps like I'm an athlete Quit your cackling, shit is just spectacular Vernacular is sharper than the fangs that hang from Dracula Kill a silhouette cause I'm iller - there ain't no filling laced Bad boy, I'll beat you with four pop cans in a pillow case I'm eating porridge in a storage locker, in a pair of orange joggers Life is boring for a blogger, fuck a foreign torn swapper Kids on computers - little cocky farts and smart mouths Crazy talking - crappy ass apartments out in Dartmouth Explosive like I'm Shady with eighty grenade launchers And I'm the Little Monster, and playing concerts So yeah my brain's bonkers - pray 'til my name conquers Creeping from Waikiki to Albuquerque to Yonkers Still street fighting saying, "[?]" Maneuver like a juvenile's abuse, without a sponsor You ain't tough, you're a tonka truck I'm combination of a fire breathing dragon that's wrestling with a monster truck It's really nonsense, silly like Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory - I'll get back to you when I'm conscious I'm an upper class puppet master, sipping a cup of Shasta Tougher cause I've outlasted and suffered through some rough disasters This time I ain't calling you a bitch, you're a fuckin' bastard So suck your mother's asshole, you stupid fuckin' asshole Madchild is immaculate Wack with a crack faculty Rolling like tobacco leaves After they've dried naturally Accolades from laying tracks like a rap factory Get sacked, cause I'm back - tackling raps like I'm an athlete Quit your cackling, shit is just spectacular Vernacular is sharper than the fangs that hang from Dracula Kill a silhouette cause I'm iller - there ain't no filling laced Bad boy, I'll beat you with four pop cans in a pillow case Back sharper than ever I'm razor sharp With a broken heart And here's a token fart