Drugs in My Pocket Songtext
von Madchild

Cigarettes and red bull
I am the provider with the spider and the viking, and on the typerwriter I am divider of the titans
Faster than a motorbike and brighter than a bolt of lightning tight is when I hold the mic explode and show the world excitement
Totally enlightened and walking on a different path when I hit a burst it′s like a fucking car collision crash
The rate of rebuilding my life, it isn't fast (nah) I don′t care how rich I get, im never flying business class
Put me in economy, I dont care who you bunch of stars like it's astronomy and I am an anomaly
The type of verses that I spit could be a real problem, ill goblin climbing up the hill hoblin still squablin unidentified flying object
They wondering whats inside my closet, little green martians and sci fi projects a big furry monsters with eyes like targets
Carcas with a parka wearing a motorcycle helmet, help me im a phsyco with a knife and mental illness
Give me a gun I am troublesome, cause im quick to pop a rapper like hes bubble gum
I got drugs in my pocket and I dont know what to do with them
I got drugs in my pocket and I dont know what to do with them
Drugs in my pocket, drugs in my pocket
He put drugs in my pocket, man, I thought that I was through with them
Yeah, drugs in my pocket
I got drugs in my pocket and I dont know what to do with them
Drugs in my pocket drugs in my pocket
Got a red, under my bed, there's a little yellow man in my head
I′m a bi-polar polar bear, sipping up a polar fleece drinking polar ice and pepsi cola on a coral reef
Every lyric that I spit is an oral feet, elbow on my knees head in hands thinking po-ro me


I keep a strap tucked, at least a sharp blade, cause kids be playing more games than an arcade
And I am not afraid I will shoot you dead, there′s more snakes in this club than medusas head
I'm still underground, call me tomb raider while I rap with iron jaws like moon raker
You keep lyin while you tell the kids your cool fables, i′ll chop your fucking head off and leave it on the pool table
I'm not too stable, I am off my rocker, i′ll lift you while making noises like I was chubacca
I'm fucking dope, like I could cook tha rock up, he′s a moonlocka and im down to knock his fuckin block off
So thank you mr ron cavano my friends in jail for more keys than a grand piano
When I say im hot that means that im too hot to handle, if I will make it a rap to willy nelson I can rock a banjo
I got drugs in my pocket and I dont know what to do with them
Drugs in my pocket, I got drugs in my pocket
He put drugs in my pocket, man, I thought that I was through with them
Yeah, drugs in my pocket
I got drugs in my pocket and I dont know what to do with them
Drugs in my pocket drugs in my pocket
I got a 38 special in the pocket of my hoodie, while I shake my pill bottle see if I still got some goodies
Give me a gun I am troublesome, quick to pop a rapper like hes bubble gum
I swear i'll stab him with a sharpened led pencil, cause rappers they got great big heads like fred flinstone
Im michael myers with a pair of pliars, first i'll eat your eyes and then i′ll set your hair on fire
Now call me jason with a hockey mask, midlife crisis and im still a little cocky brat
Ayy im tired of all these copy cats
I need some help, i′ve never felt this fucked, cause I had everything and then I had to self destruct
Now i've got nothin, but I swear that I am not complainin, singin out from canada, van city where it′s always raining