Songtexte Mad - Broski

I have balls, you have nuts
My mic is, about to bust
You look like Charlie Sheen
With his mouth full of XTC
I bet your mom still wipes yo ass
Holding yo hand when I'm bout to pass
Actin tough with ya leather jacket
You better fuck off, before I hijacked it
Whenever bitches see yo face
They think "fuck that's Leatherface"
Like Gollum mixed with dumbledore
That's what you fucking fumble for
Yo clumsy ass beats Mr. Bean
Ya can't even reach the coffee machine
I'll take your girl for a ride
All the way to my private campsite

I woke up on a cloudy day
With bruises on my back
And scars on my chest
My head hurts like migraine
But at least I ain't dead
I am still on this rap

I woke up on a cloudy day
With bruises on my back
And scars on my chest
My head hurts like migraine
But at least I ain't dead
I am still on this rap

I'm mad
Oooh
I'm mad
Oooh
I'm mad
I'm so mad
I'm mad
I'm mad
I'm mad
I'm so mad

(I'm I'm)
(Oooh)
(I'm I'm)
(Oooh)
(I'm I'm)
(I'm so so mad)
(I'm I'm I'm)
(I'm I'm I'm)
(I'm I'm I'm)
(I'm so so so mad)

You wish you didn't took a step in my building
You wish you just crashed when I take ya in
You wish you never fucked up when you saw me
But now you're under the dirt, just some fucking debris
I can lift up Twenty One Pilots
With nobody being stressed out
I can shift up one more gear
When I run over your fucking snout

Imma goin fuckin rollin
Like T-Pain on wreck-a-Molin
Take that shit all freak in mornin
Tracy Morgan is so boring
After breaking all his bones in
Actin in a ridin car when
My blood level's rising
Ready to grab my knife and
Stabbin like I'm high end
Sharpin Choppa flying
(Tsjakka)
Startin the buyin
Takin all the pride and
Destroying the sighting
Let me just fly in
More mad than a siren
Catchin another dyin
Start ringing the sirens
I'll be gone when ya'll arrivin
Hulk is no match for me
He'll be the next grocery
I'll turn him into broccoli
And add some vermicelli
Mash it into a new recipe
Soup with some greenery
Complete with some angry
Purple belongs in the laundry
You'll be mashed potatoes
So better be on yo toes
Before I turn those
Into your next delicious roast

I woke up on a cloudy day
With bruises on my back,
And scars on my chest
My head hurts like a migraine
But at least I ain't dead
I am still on this rap

I'm mad
Oooh
I'm mad
Oooh
I'm mad
I'm so mad
I'm mad
I'm mad
I'm mad
I'm so mad

I am going through these phases
That I can't control
I need you right now
Cuz I can't take it anymore

I am going through these emotions
That I can't obey
I need you to get out
Cuz my mind is bleeding away
I wanna kill
I wanna slay
I wanna die
I wanna pray
I wanna fight
For my pride
But at the end
I am just fucking mad

I woke up on a cloudy day
With bruises on my back,
And scars on my chest
My head hurts like migraine
But at least I ain't dead
I am still on this rap

I woke up on a cloudy day
With bruises on my back,
And scars on my chest
My head hurts like migraine
But atleast i aint dead
I am still on this rap