little bad wolf

show 'em what you got

kid

ll madchild is hard as hell

battle anybody; i don't care if you tell

yeah i excel; they all fail

that's why madchild rock the bells

getting into fights ain't a problem of mine

cause i always do my thing when it's clobbering time

all i leave is a gloomy corpse

cause i'm still on fire like the human torch

forever swollen members but burn you solo

madchild says 'flame on'; no homo

i'm a pyro; watch me spiral

back into the '90s like de la and hyro

i'm from canada: an awful climate

and i rap like my brainwaves are off alignment

yeah

i'm in the desert high on peyote

eyes popping out like wile e. coyote

knock-knock; they don't wanna let me in

not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin

dress like a g; tattoos on my skin

saying that i'm guilty of all seven sins

knock-knock; they don't wanna let me in

trying to stop mad from what i could have been

you can huff

you can puff

you can snag all my friends

but i'm little

bad wolf: this is not the end

i tried to get into the states

they weren't having it

going through my bag like a bunch of savages

customs agent looking like he's mad at me

cause i got friends that look like sons of anarchy

knew that i'm a rapper: guess he's not a fan of me

looking at me crazy; was purely insanity

ten hours go by

not panicking

i just sat there still like a mannequin

i was laughing: they kept asking me what gang i'm in

started being nicer cause i didn't use profanity

i thought what's the point? i'll be a gentleman

instead of being an asshole pumped up on adrenaline

thinking to myself 'i can't believe i'm red-flagged

i love the states; how the fuck i'm gonna get back?'

it's not like i'm smuggling drugs

all of this because i hang out with a couple of thugs?