Madchild ft. A$ton Matthews, Fashawn - Double Tap Lyrics

I’m not Henry Bahmer
Switchblade from Jeffery Dahmer
Playing swimming pools as I dive in Rhianna
Get to the chopper hundred round blocker
Singing like the Phantom of Opera
That fat bitch getting off?
Sick speed at the kickoff
Maserati, karate chop their tit's off
These bitches know a nigga merry bitch off
Open up her mouth to have a
Place to rinse my dick off
We young and we brazy
I’d jump the gun in your lady so
I could punch on the baby
Face first into the xylophone
Double up on Styrofoam
Except the much of this gravy, pussy
So fuck you, suck a dick, pay me
I bring the ruckus these raindrops
Don’t need a bucket the smitten is flooded
Put your fucking limbs on the budget
Young Flex, Pac Teyo can suck it fuck it

Yo i’m retardedly clever
Work harder than ever
Thousand dollar cardigan sweaters
Modern furniture, collecting art
Clothes custom Japanese
Doing shows to get the dough
Kids jump like it’s a trampoline
Zombie killer, ruled one, always doubled back
Never one shot to the head
Always a double tap
Wrapping like I’m bubble wrap
A neighborhood in double taps
Troubled cat now I’m chopping
Like I’m a lumberjack
I’m the bomb yelling Allahu Akbar
Underground rapper getting pussy
Like a popstar i’m trying to pro up ‘till
I’m tow up and obnoxious
Louis Vuitton box full of Rolex watches
I'm not a kid
I saw Jaws and fucking Star Wars
Now I'm 'bout to cop a
New Ferrari for my carport
Making money's easy, the hard part's saving
That's why I stay off HypeBeast
Or I'd go crazy from opening at shows
Now I'm doing double encores
Skating through life like I'm in
Venice on a longboard
Crazy days are over, I was mainly a rebel
Now I rip it up in every
Town like the Tasmanian Devil

Uh set it off
Feel like I done said it all
Except for my repertoire's deep
As a reservoir uh
Wack a nigga in the head like a tetherball
From poet to predator
Unloading these metaphors
The pharoahe explode I'ma double barrel
Drag queens claiming they’re kings
Sing ‘em a carol with this chopper
There’s no hiding in my jeans
I copped it out in
Oakland they go "Yadadadamean"
Plotting on this cream i need it
I got it if it’s green
I’m obviously cocky ‘cause I’m clean
California kid claim they spotted
Him in Queens like Nasir in the scene
Snatching dollars from a fiend
Mass Appeal is the mafia, the regime
Still accumulating cream off kush, codeine
Proceed to smoke weed
I’m 35-point O's for cheap
Young boy, I’m low key
Bumpin C-Bo drinking Olde E
Feeling like the old me
Gold bottle match the gold link
Sake so hard in the grill
Knock off the goatee
Your gold teeth, for thinking Po sweet

(Sample from Madchild’s interview
With Darren Rose)