Текст песни Made In China - Madchild , Adam Calhoun , Tom MacDonald

All these rappers fake, motherfucking liars
They selling out for fame, tryna wear designer
Middle fingers in your face, light a deal on fire
Independent never breaks, I ain't Made In China

Every single rapper that has hated or attacked me
I am richer than you'll ever be, fuck y'all
Anyone can get it, the Eminem of my generation
But I ain't a liberal, fuck nah
And you know my middle fingers are stiffer than metal pillars
I dip them in rivers in the winter so they stick in position
And I quit liquor and bitches, now I'm addicted to winning
I'm taking pics for the critics and competition, fuck all

I'm the illest, I will kill it
Identify the body, need to find a dentist
I'm the biggest, these guys are tripping
I'm way too fly, fuck, sky's the limit
Little white kid, hope you like this
And I hope you see yourself in me, so maybe you can do what I did
Don't be fuckin' around with drugs and alcohol, or violence
Chase a dream, make like 20 million in retirement

All these rappers fake, motherfucking liars
They selling out for fame, tryna wear designer
Middle fingers in your face, light a deal on fire
Independent never breaks, I ain't Made In China

I ain't goin fishin' when I'm asking where the polls at
Hold that, all black looking like I'm Kodak
Know that, kill most rappers, get a toe tag
Bet I send a shot faster than Usain Bolt's ass
Dope ass rapper, you know shit go hard
Middle finger stuck in the air, broke arm
Show up at your house all tough, front lawn
Fuck yo' couch, shoulda never put me on

No passion, no nerve
You write trash I burn
Turn rappers to ashes, and pack 'em in urns
Double bag them in plastic, and stack them in dirt, yeah
I'm a big gorilla, y'all like the little kids
They can say my name in a song, so they write sublims
Look me in the face when you talk about the shade of my skin
'Cause we the hardest rappers ever came after Slim

All these rappers fake, motherfucking liars
They selling out for fame, tryna wear designer
Middle fingers in your face, light a deal on fire
Independent never breaks, I ain't Made In China

I'm a sick fucking white boy, that's the problem
Little Hulk smash, dang, I am back to clobberin
Flag red, white, and blue, but we ain't Yugoslavia
But I'm still one of the sickest, I'm the gruesome goblin
And I don't ever genocide, I only have a menocide
Genocide, you're messing with the suicide king
And no amount of money gonna make me be a dummy
Acting funny just to show people the views that I break

Ventilating my pen is devastating to emulating
I don't find them imitating anybody stimulating
I'm insinuating their circulating not innovative
Em and Lil Wayne are the only rappers I've been afraid of
Tired of being king of the jungle, boy, I was bush wax
Fuck man, now I gotta deal with all these douchebags
All the kids are spitters, but to me, it's not a setback
You're lying about your life in your music, and that's a red flag

All these rappers fake, motherfucking liars
They selling out for fame, tryna wear designer
Middle fingers in your face, light a deal on fire
Independent never breaks, I ain't Made In China