Artist: Madd Kapp Album: Less Than Zero Song: Outta Line Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Just me and my microphone man It really is, it's just me and my mic Nanananananana [Madd Kapp] My sense is warped, my mind's in orbit And I'm, speakin clear to make sure that you caught it And I'm, not full of sense of this one gets some It's entertainment so take a swig of the red rum A, rap king or just another deatbeat bum You make the conclusion, illusion headsprung I, take in abuse but I make no excuse The pain I express, the trail leads back to you Revenge, you're listenin to just the beginnin I ain't even started yet so just keep on grinnin I've been, written off, blacklisted twisted By some, industry haters so I coughed up this shit The hach up from hell, the rock of the bell The story to tell, the market to sell Welcome to life and the truth that it brings Avenge me Lord and fulfill these dreams [Chorus] The things I say or things I do you say that I'm outta line So shove this song right up yo' ass I'm only speakin my mind Things I say or things I do you say that I'm outta line So shove this song right up yo' ass I'm only speakin my mind [Madd Kapp] THIS IS~! Where the corner bars bar me out Tellin me I can't drink is like kickin me out my house (YEAH FUCK YOU BITCHES!) We got problems, he heh to say the least You a tough guy, but you ain't convincin me You real tough when the odds get stacked in your favor But I've been watchin you, yeah I'm real cool wit'cha neighbors I'm a predator, lionheart, king of jungle Chippin away at your flaws 'til you trip or stumble Brrrrr, I make it a point to throw you a curve You think you know all about me through the theft of my words You can't help it, just an ignorant soul A chunk of cheese in a red hot bowl (sssssss) I see you smilin on the TV bro It's all gravy, but the style that you got is mine though Madd Kapp, the most hated in this Cause I don't ride bitch, I take no bullshit Motherfucker~! [Chorus] [Madd Kapp] I heard you talkin, I seen the blood I've lost some friends, and I've been thoroughly fucked up Emergency rooms and wacko wards I got, hits for days but I ain't got an award From Detroit to down river, the hard hitter Rappers get all up in my face cause they just bitter Fuck 'em all with a roll call, eat my dust Y'all ain't shit, without me you ain't got no crutch When I switch my brain from Kenny to insane Madd Kapp is alive, remember the name Sixteen years in the game I suffered And I'm, ready to rumble so call Michael Buffer I can't leave it alone, addicted to life I'm a drunk muh'fucker with a gun and a knife Fuck bein fancy, I never tried to be Fuck an image, how can I lie to me! [Chorus]