MADMAN! Lyrics

The ears of the nation expect to hear the name of our next player

N8 the Gr8

Need a way of making guac

that is not an avocado

I've been looking for the answer

in the bottom of a bottle

I ain't finding it

But I'm still fly as shit

Do not tell me what to do

If you ain't Simon bitch

They told me homie watch me trust me

I'm legit

Yo, I just checked my watch

It said I don't got time for this

Talked to a girl for a week

she said she needs some kids

Uhhhh... bitch I plead the fifth

If you wanna be the shit first you gotta eat shit

Like your mama always told you you are what you eat kid

If you looking for a reason to breathe then

Bro stop... you're fucking breathing

Be grateful that you wake up

Make moves and get the cake up

Get your sneakers laced up

And chase that fucking paystub

Don't listen to the hate bruh

Fuck it if it ain't love

(Okay, lemme switch it up real quick)

I got white people telling me that my career is wack

I heard black people saying that I'm trying to be black

All that bullshit make me mad when this shit actually my passion

I'm just trying to write a rap what the fuck is wrong with that man?

Put up with your bullshit till I blow up like an Afghan

You some little bitches so I'll hit you with the backhand

Take your best bars, ball em up, throw em in the trash can

They don't mean shit when you dealing with the madman

I ain't even mad man nah for real though

Honestly I'm chill bro like when you flip the pillow

But if you ever try to double-cross me like a hashtag

Bet your ass I'll snap back or duck you like it's Aflac

If you want a rap battle have at it

Bitch your pussy ass would last ten seconds like a Snapchat

Now you getting mad but the sad fact is

If I didn't hurt your feelings you'd have nothing to be mad at

Our referee stops the contest

He is the winner by way of technical knockout

And still undefeated N8 the Gr8

Don't play with me