Tom Cruise Lyrics - Switched On - Mad Child

I write in short form 

Cause I'm a warped dwarf that gargles chloroform 

Broke a foreign store - in chops, just cause I had a warrent for 'em 

I'm fuckin' torn more 

My fans, they are my family 

They're keeping me away from doing drugs and going gambling 

If I am home too long I feel like strangling 

So when my thoughts start scrambling 

The anger in me gets me tangled annually 

I write down goals I must achieve and check 'em manually 

Rambling in the studio 'til I'm sure there's no man handling me 

Play you like a mandolin - eat you like a damn panini 

Flipping like a dolphin - Dan Marino with a Lamborghini 

A couple groupie bimbos - boobies popping out their damn bikinis 

I wrangle wrestlers, hassle 'em and wrestle 'em 

Whip a lasso around these assholes, make a fuckin' mess of 'em 

I'm masculine - their messages are full of fluff and estrogen 

I'm guessing all of this testosterone 

Is what makes me an awesome gnome 

Floss 'em 'til my cock's a fuckin' fossil bone 

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Madchild is immaculate 

Wack with a crack faculty 

Rolling like tobacco leaves 

After they've dried naturally 

Accolades from laying tracks like a rap factory 

Get sacked, cause I'm back - tackling raps like I'm an athlete 

Quit your cackling, shit is just spectacular 

Vernacular is sharper than the fangs that hang from Dracula 

Kill a silhouette cause I'm iller - there ain't no filling laced 

Bad boy, I'll beat you with four pop cans in a pillow case 

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I remember days of saying, "Hey, check out my roster holmes" 

Yo Little Monster's home from concerts, writing constant poems 

Busting it up on Posturepedic mattresses with actresses 

The fact is that I'm back - more accurate than maps in atlasing 

But I'm not sure if I lost game or my attractiveness 

But it seems that my activities have dropped on sexual activeness 

What, am I blacklisted from pornstars and actresses? 

May be the most eligible bachelor that just spat vicious 

Once we get it cracking, fuck you 'til I break your back bitches 

You're no different than the last bitch is - half riches, half fame 

Half of you don't even know my real name, that's real lame 

Giving up your pussy just to feel faint 

Had to trade my heart in for an artery with a steel frame 

And part of me thinks maybe you're retarded, what's the deal babe? 

What... Just cause I'm famous I don't feel pain? 

You don't think you're talking to somebody that's got a real brain? 

I despise all of your lies, I just ain't got time to call you out 

Polishing my wallet means that's all it about 

I knew I couldn't love her, it's another freaking falling out 

Killin' it to laugh, I'll fill my prophecy of ballin' out 

Madchild is immaculate 

Wack with a crack faculty 

Rolling like tobacco leaves 

After they've dried naturally 

Accolades from laying tracks like a rap factory 

Get sacked, cause I'm back - tackling raps like I'm an athlete 

Quit your cackling, shit is just spectacular 

Vernacular is sharper than the fangs that hang from Dracula 

Kill a silhouette cause I'm iller - there ain't no filling laced 

Bad boy, I'll beat you with four pop cans in a pillow case 

I'm eating porridge in a storage locker, in a pair of orange joggers 

Life is boring for a blogger, fuck a foreign torn swapper 

Kids on computers - little cocky farts and smart mouths 

Crazy talking - crappy ass apartments out in Dartmouth 

Explosive like I'm Shady with eighty grenade launchers 

And I'm the Little Monster, and playing concerts 

So yeah my brain's bonkers - pray 'til my name conquers 

Creeping from Waikiki to Albuquerque to Yonkers 

Still street fighting saying, "[?]" 

Maneuver like a juvenile's abuse, without a sponsor 

You ain't tough, you're a tonka truck 

I'm combination of a fire breathing dragon that's wrestling with a monster truck 

It's really nonsense, silly like Willy Wonka's 

Chocolate Factory - I'll get back to you when I'm conscious 

I'm an upper class puppet master, sipping a cup of Shasta 

Tougher cause I've outlasted and suffered through some rough disasters 

This time I ain't calling you a bitch, you're a fuckin' bastard 

So suck your mother's asshole, you stupid fuckin' asshole 

Madchild is immaculate 

Wack with a crack faculty 

Rolling like tobacco leaves 

After they've dried naturally 

Accolades from laying tracks like a rap factory 

Get sacked, cause I'm back - tackling raps like I'm an athlete 

Quit your cackling, shit is just spectacular 

Vernacular is sharper than the fangs that hang from Dracula 

Kill a silhouette cause I'm iller - there ain't no filling laced 

Bad boy, I'll beat you with four pop cans in a pillow case 

Back sharper than ever 

I'm razor sharp 

With a broken heart 

And here's a token fart