文本歌词

Lawn Mower Man - Madchild
Yeah
Lola
Jekyl Yo
I'm screaming out for help
Nobody's helping me
Fly like I'm falcon on a balcony in Calgary
Everything I touch I turn to gold like I am Alchemist
Heart is palpitating eating food that I'm allowed to eat
I'm top dog now top of the food chain
Opposite of mellow spitting yellow and blue flames
I'm the little goblin and I'm probably pumped up
Dumb f**ks don't even know what's up
I'm a dump truck
I'm still anonymous I'm still an anarchist
I'm still a man who's here to mentally molesting manicans
If you don't understand the match
Read the manifest
Smoke a rapper like Mr Disaster did to Canibis
If you don't like it change the channel
I'll dismantle any panelist and hammer him until he needs an ambulance
Riding through the desert on a camel wearing camo print
Ammo will go blammo got you covered like a lamenant
It's the abominable snowman
Stick a sword through your abdominal like Conan
I'm a crazy artist call me Van Gogh
Son I bring the anarchy like I'm from SAMCRO
I'm the lawnmower man
I'm the lawnmower man
I'm the lawnmower man
Powerfully electric with an ongoing plan
I'm the lawnmower man
I'm the lawnmower man
I'm the lawnmower man
Powerfully electric with an ongoing plan
I guarantee that I use words nobody else has
Beating rappers up so f**king bad I almost felt bad
'Cause I am d**e it's a fact can't help that
Slashing through these rappers like a motherf**king hell cat
Heavenly but I'm a little devil in a bat cave
Last five years mighty mouse was in a rat cage
Red dragon spitting fire until my face is warm
I spit lit gasoline and find I'm agent orange
Older than a rotary vault
Mind totally blown
Silver surfer I am older than chrome
Super beast my testosterone is right through the roof
But I am sober now I'm percocet and vicodin proof
Super beast I'm in a total zone
Take a shot of cortizone
Leap tall buildings and I bench press motor homes
Raining in my city now and everything is turning gray
Goblin drinking from a golden goblet by a burning tray
There are be big it will they fel