This is the sound of a head hitting the floor This sound is different because this head is no longer connected To a body Anybody wanna battle me, I'll murk that man Beat his fuckin' ass like Dirtbag Dan Put my thoughts together and assert that plan Anybody in my way take a dirt-nap fam Don't ask me how I'm doin', I'm a miserable fuck I'm tired and overworked and the residuals suck MadChild, I'm a dirty little grungy dwarf Pullin' fake suicides with a bungy chord Yeah, I finally put my shit together like a carpenter Now I'll talk your ear off like a fucking telemarketer Give me a gun, I'll show you how to stop a Nazi I hope you get the fucking picture like a paparazzi I hit the ground running, 'cause I'm a fast swinger Heavy hitter with these raps, but a bad singer Yeah I'm tattooed up like I'm a Yakuza But I'm a dope sick white boy from Vancouver Uh Count Blacula Roots out of Africa Shorty sinking her head, but her head is spectacular Running with the smugglers, hustlers, drug traffickers What happened to rapping with passion Packing a Gat in the back The undertaker on the paper like a watermark I bury rappers underground and watch their chronics fall Toronto villain, your blood spilling, it's thrilling I love killing, the villain of blood. Don't know the feeling of love