(Saturday, Sunday, for miles around) (Saturday, Sunday, not much sound) (Saturday, Sunday, for miles around) (Saturday, Sunday, not much sound) Maddie the villain, I keep it surreal Twist my mustache make it bend like steel Get the fuck back 'cause I pack the steel Seems fake but it's real, like electric eels So what the heck's the deal with these fake-ass foes Keep acid on my tongue, make it decompose You see my clothes, I'm draped in paisley I sniff the rose, y'all push the daisies And when I blow smoke y'all know what it's laced with You fools want a tool, take fifty paces If you think I'm cool, that's cool but face it You couldn't be me even if we switched places Shit talk sounds inaudible, the way that I lick shots I call my fucking pistols my popsicles M80, I aim to please They try to aim at me, but only in the land of make-believe (Living in a chocolate ice cream land) (Living in a chocolate ice cream land) (Living in a chocolate ice cream land) (Down, down the road) Love goes where Madison goes I'm at the shows, I don't rap, I just float and glow They ask how she does it, but no one knows Like when the wine-glass shatters and there's no one's home I got a crystal pistol with amber trim Wrap it in my fist, bullets that can cut through rims The velvet grip, the ruby scope I'm not talking 'bout drugs when I shoot the dope I'm not talking 'bout drugs when I drop the acid Rappers act hard but they melt like plastic They talk sheets like a bunch of fabric And when there's no beats, they just rock the static They freak at black magic The laugh the track and tip a line to stop the fragments But that was just a dream They try to fuck with me, but only in the land of make-believe (Living in a chocolate ice cream land) (Living in a chocolate ice cream land) (Living in a chocolate ice cream land) (Down, down the road)