Mad Seahorse in London

[Intro]
Mad Seahorse in London, oh my God

[Couplet]
I'm a high kicker, let's take a ride deeper in your mind mister
I'm your guide and I give dry fever
I've seen beetles deepthroatin' Justin Bieber dressin just like Jack the Ripper
At the grammys for his grannies and his babysitter
Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! My flow's like snow on a sombrero
Honestly, you don't deserve me bro cause
I'm a Monty Python, a silent lion shinin like a diamond
Lord Byron called me his cold iron idol
I'm tastin' a pie, lickin' a mic, ridin' a bike at the same time
Ready to bite, ready to die, winnin' the fight on the bass line
I'm a pilot and a pirate, I hide my rhymes in a bagpipe
I'm a kind that's sleepin in a hammack on the top of Big Ben or in Bagdad
Each word is a climax, please call me : the twilight, historical Mad Max
I'm a singer, a stage five ringer, this finger means : bye bye

[Outro]
Motherfuckers !
Mad Seahorse ! En français, on dit : "Hippocampe Fou"