Switched On Songtext
von Madchild

I′m on some Terminator kill shit
I'm on some Terminator, ay


Fuck, I′m buying nigga, my tennis shorts
Mini-morph for a short walk, Dennis The Menace dwarf
Open up your mouth like I'm a dentist in my premises
Hairline as bad as Genesis with better penmanship
In Venice eating venison, I miss Los Angeles
Pissed off angry, just list off languages
Manhandle a damn prime rhyme rhinoceros
Up close and personal like watching the apocalypse
Wearing binoculars, talking like I'm auctioning
Toxic oxygen, boxed in with ostriches
My cock monstrous, Pocahontas in moccasins
Hot as an iguana in the sauna, say the opposite
Voice hoarse like I need a box of lozenges
Go to grandma′s, have a bowl of soup and polish sausages
You can′t process it
Blooming like a million cherry blossoms on some awesome shit
White boy that has potential, Last Samurai
Camera shy, rhymes ramble longer than a camel ride
Petrified how I electrify, texting sexy fly
Bitches with my iPhone, taking pictures of my bone
Terminator flying through your country like a cyclone
Twenty shows, eighteen bitches, and then I fly home
Bad for being old as fucking Battlestar Galactica
Fuckin' spectacular, teeth sharper than Dracula
Respect the spectacle, you bitch, cause I′m immaculate
Top five crackers cracking off, that's accurate


Archaic angel with a flamethrower
Some rappers reach for the sky, I guess I aim lower
Drake get twenty million, I get forty Gs
Him and 40, yo, I had to run away from forty thieves
Conduct disorderly, more fucked when you′re bored of me
Distorted artistry, I blame it all on hieroglyphics
Why me? Screaming, standing on top of a pyramid
The joke's over, my life′s an awful experiment
I'm the fucking last Mohican, still I blast the weekend
I'm past the deep in the deacon, inside I′m actually freaking
Older than ColecoVision, I′m still ego driven
Nighthawk, American eagle compared to feeble pigeons
Feeling groggy, my sleeping habits are terrible
Vision foggy, maybe I'm asking for miracles
Can′t compare yourself to someone that just won the lottery
Unless you're Slaughterhouse, no one
Gives a fuck if you′re slaughtering
Tired of being a god that almost made it, still an unknown
King Kong blow you to kingdom come and then come home
Write another hundred dumb poems
I'm done, holmes