Little Monster Blend
Madchild Lyrics


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Banned from America
Like I'm a bad judge of character
Bullshit...

I tried to get into the states it weren't happening
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 pure 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
He started being nicer cause I didn't use profanity
I thought what's the point? Shit... I'll be a gentleman
Instead of being an ass hole 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

(It's a bunch of bullshit man to tell you the truth...)
(I've been to America a hundred and fifty times)
Hey, it's Madchild the super Ill villain
(I need to get back to my people)
The Canadian werewolf is not getting into America right now
(Without the evidence I'm blocked)
I'ma move back
Battleaxe Warriors hold that shit down for me
(??? Let me back)

To make it in this game's like winning the Jackpot
These days you don't need a label, just a laptop
Rap is failed and turned into a crack pot
So i suggest a second job if you we're have not
Anything, selling drugs, pouring black top
Old and broke that shit'll leave you in the best spot
Shooting videos with grandma's kitchen as the back drop

OK, I know my time is coming
Feel like I'm gonna blast off
Cause I got nothin' left to lose or rap my ass off
I listen to these rappers, mad soft
Cause everybody sounds the same, flash mob
See I could do that too but it won't last dog
So I said fuck it and i choose to do exact op'
So how am I gonna turn this shit into a cash crop
Shit I'ma keep on spitting 'til the last drop

Hey Madchild crawl into a corner and die
I can't do that I still must try
This is all I'm put on this earth for
All my other friends are busy [?] a turf war
Cops still treat me like I am in a gang
But how can I be? I don't do anything
All I do is stay at home write rhymes and work out

Praying everything is gonna work out
Word out

I'm staying focused keeping the circle tight
Focusing on what matters
Fuck this economy
Cigarettes and Monster
Shouts out to all the Battleaxe Warriors, my family

Okay, look
I'm a bi-polar polar bear Zipping up a polar fleece
Drinking polar ice and Pepsi Cola on a coral reef
Every lyric that I spit it's an oral feat
Humble on my knees head in hands thinking poor old me
I keep a strapped up, 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 Medusa's head
I'm still underground, call me tomb raider
While I rap with iron jaws like Moonraker
You keep lying 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 lift you up for making noises just like it was chewbacca
Fucking dope, like I just cooked a rocker
He's a malarka and I'm down to knock his fucking block off
So thank you Mr. Barack Obamo
My friend's in jail for more keys than a grand piano
When I say I'm hot that means that I'm too hot to handle
If don't make it to rap to Willy Nelson I could rock a Banjo

I got drugs in my pocket and I don't know what to do with them
Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket
I got drugs in my pocket, man I don't know what to do with them
Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket
Who put drugs in my pocket? Man I thought that i was through with them
Drugs in my pocket, Drugs in my pocket
I got drugs in my pocket, I don't 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

That's what's up man
I'm a fucking lyrical tyrant
Little bad wolf, I'm a serious problem
I'm a fucking little beast
I'm so razor sharp right now man

(You know you want it)
(You know you want to get high)
Run for your lives motherfuckers
(You know you need to let me out)
Nah fuck that
(You know you need to get stoned)
(You can't escape my clutches)




Hey fuck you man, everything is going good man
I'm finished with that

Overall Meaning

In Madchild's song "Little Monster Blend," the rapper shares his experiences of being banned from America. He raps about how being a rapper with friends who look like Sons of Anarchy was enough for a customs agent to look at him like he was a criminal. He narrates the incident, where he was held for ten hours while going through his bag and asked if he belonged to a gang. They were looking for evidence or any drugs being smuggled in without any reason to suspect him. Madchild tells that he couldn't believe that he was red-flagged; he loved the states and how he could get back. But he realized that it was all his fault because he was hanging out with the wrong people. He explains how he is viewed as a gang member even though he stays at home writing rhymes and working out.


Madchild narrates his experience of being banned from America in the Little Monster Blend song. He tells how customs agents viewed him as a criminal because he has friends who look like Sons of Anarchy. He also talks about the general state of the music industry and how rap is turning into a 'crack pot.' He then raps about his life and resolves to keep spitting rhymes until the last drop. He talks about how cops still view him as part of a gang but goes on to say that he just stays at home working out and writing rhymes. In the end, he tells his fans and fellow Battleaxe Warriors to focus on what matters and that he will keep spitting rhymes.


Line by Line Meaning

Banned from America
Madchild is forbidden to enter America.


Like I'm a bad judge of character
Madchild thinks he's not the only one to blame.


Bullshit...
Madchild is frustrated about the situation.


I tried to get into the states it weren't happening
Madchild is being prevented from entering America.


Going through my bag like a bunch of savages
The customs agents were aggressively searching Madchild's belongings.


Customs agent looking like he's mad at me
The customs agent appeared angry with Madchild.


Cause I got friends that look like Sons of Anarchy
Madchild's friends have a biker appearance.


Knew that I'm a rapper, guess he's not a fan of me
The customs agent may have dislikes Madchild's music.


Looking at me crazy was pure insanity
Madchild found the customs agent's behavior insane.


Ten hours go by not panicking
Madchild waited for ten hours without panicking.


I just sat there still like a mannequin
Madchild remained motionless like a mannequin.


I was laughing they kept asking me what gang I'm in
Madchild found the question about gang affiliation ridiculous and amusing.


He started being nicer cause I didn't use profanity
The customs agent changed his behavior when Madchild acted politely.


I thought what's the point? Shit... I'll be a gentleman
Madchild decided to act like a gentleman instead of being angry and rude.


Instead of being an ass hole pumped up on adrenaline
Madchild chose to control his anger and remain calm.


Thinking to myself I can't believe I'm red flagged
Madchild is surprised he's being treated as a security threat.


I love the States how the fuck I'm gonna get back?
Madchild wants to go back to America, but he's not sure how.


It's not like I'm smuggling drugs
Madchild is not carrying any illegal drugs.


All of this because I hang out with a couple of thugs
Madchild's association with certain people may have led to his banning from America.


Hey, it's Madchild the super Ill villain
Madchild introduces himself, emphasizing his performance persona.


(I need to get back to my people)
Madchild needs to go back to America to perform for his fans.


The Canadian werewolf is not getting into America right now
Madchild's nickname is 'the Canadian Werewolf,' and he's currently prohibited from entering America.


(Without the evidence I'm blocked)
Madchild thinks he's being blocked without any legitimate reason or evidence.


I'ma move back
Madchild considers moving back to Canada.


Battleaxe Warriors hold that shit down for me
Madchild asks his fans, the Battleaxe Warriors, to support him.


(??? Let me back)
The meaning of this line is unclear.


To make it in this game's like winning the Jackpot
Succeeding in the music industry is difficult and requires luck.


These days you don't need a label, just a laptop
Technology has made it easier for artists to create and distribute their music without a label's help.


Rap is failed and turned into a crack pot
Madchild thinks rap music has become distorted and nonsensical.


So i suggest a second job if you were have not
Madchild advises aspiring rappers to have a backup job.


Anything, selling drugs, pouring black top
Madchild suggests selling drugs or working in construction if you can't make a living through rap music.


Old and broke that shit'll leave you in the best spot
Being old and poor is a preferable outcome to being unsuccessful in the music industry.


Shooting videos with grandma's kitchen as the back drop
Artists with no budget can make videos in everyday settings like a grandma's kitchen.


OK, I know my time is coming
Madchild believes that his success is just around the corner.


Feel like I'm gonna blast off
Madchild feels like he's going to achieve great success.


Cause I got nothin' left to lose or rap my ass off
Madchild is focused and determined to succeed in rap because he has nothing else to lose.


I listen to these rappers, mad soft
Madchild thinks other rappers are not as skilled as him.


Cause everybody sounds the same, flash mob
Madchild thinks other rappers lack originality.


See I could do that too but it won't last dog
Madchild thinks he could create music like other rappers, but his own approach will be more successful and long-lasting.


So how am I gonna turn this shit into a cash crop
Madchild wonders how to turn his music into a profitable business.


Shit I'ma keep on spitting 'til the last drop
Madchild will keep making music until the end.


Hey Madchild crawl into a corner and die
Someone is telling Madchild to give up and go away permanently.


I can't do that I still must try
Madchild refuses to give up and will continue trying to succeed.


This is all I'm put on this earth for
Madchild believes that his purpose in life is to make music.


All my other friends are busy [?] a turf war
Madchild's friends are involved in a violent territorial dispute.


Cops still treat me like I am in a gang
The police still label Madchild as part of a criminal gang.


But how can I be? I don't do anything
Madchild is not involved in criminal activities, so he believes he shouldn't be labeled as a gang member.


All I do is stay at home write rhymes and work out
Madchild spends his time writing rap lyrics and working out.


Praying everything is gonna work out
Madchild hopes that his life and career will work out.


Word out
Madchild is expressing agreement.


I'm staying focused keeping the circle tight
Madchild is focused on his goals and keeping a tight group of friends.


Focusing on what matters
Madchild is concentrating on the things that are important in his life.


Fuck this economy
Madchild is frustrated with the state of the economy.


Cigarettes and Monster
Madchild mentions smoking cigarettes and drinking Monster energy drinks.


Shouts out to all the Battleaxe Warriors, my family
Madchild gives a shout-out to his fans, the Battleaxe Warriors.


Hey Madchild crawl into a corner and die
Someone is telling Madchild to give up and go away permanently.


I'm a fucking lyrical tyrant
Madchild believes he's a powerful rapper.


Little bad wolf, I'm a serious problem
Madchild thinks of himself as a tricky and tough adversary.


I'm a fucking little beast
Madchild sees himself as fierce and unstoppable.


I'm so razor sharp right now man
Madchild thinks he's at his best and most skillful right now.


(You know you want it)
Madchild is speaking to someone who wants what he has to offer.


(You know you want to get high)
Madchild is suggesting that someone wants to get high.


Run for your lives motherfuckers
Madchild is issuing a warning to people to leave him or his friends alone.


(You know you need to let me out)
Madchild is asking someone to release him from a situation.


Nah fuck that
Madchild is refusing to accept something that someone else wants.


(You know you need to get stoned)
Madchild is suggesting that someone needs to use drugs.


(You can't escape my clutches)
Madchild is threatening someone that they cannot get away from him.


Hey fuck you man, everything is going good man
Madchild is frustrated and angry with someone, but his career is going well.


I'm finished with that
Madchild is done with a particular situation or conversation.




Writer(s): Reece Zazulak, Shane Bunting

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Wrektem

“How am I gonna turn this shit into a cash crop”?
“Fuck, shit” xD kills me everytime. Such a dope album 💿

Shawn Drake

2020 and still holding it down for you

Krysta Hakkila

Haaa Madchild know how to say shit in Greek... Rock on... This has to be the dopest track on this album...

jay mac

killed it

matt allison

2:10-4:24 fuckin sickest beat

Too Sickk

OG tune! I was trying to find an instrumental but this will have to do. There are some fake ass instrumentals out there but I’m not trying to hear “drugs in my pocket”. We need the real track. Not just the last verse in a loop.

Junger Flaanger

I got drugs in my pocket and I know exactly what to do with them.

Daniel Allen

Lol. Acceptable answer

Junger Flaanger

Cuz I'm so fucked up I can't seem to find a way to get my hand into it.... :D

Daniel Allen

Why are they still in your pocket?

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