Lyric I m A Bad
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
Cause my brain is twisted so I cock the biscuit
Cause shit s thick some say I ma bastard of a swift bitch
negro funkin it with the style in your ear bro
To make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro
You big pussy so funky that you have to douche me
You can t hear me then my record label didn t push me
I know I m sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes
but if I wasn t bad, I wouldn t freak it in the line
But it don t seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter
I ll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
How does it feel with the face full of funk
with the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt
I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey
ass off then I just crush on the hush hush
So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter
Ask the brothers (why?) Cause I m bad (word to mothers)
"I m a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I m a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"I m a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I m a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
Yo yo, check this out
This is for y all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers
Just to show y all I do what the FUCK I wanna do
I want y all to check this on the real
And yo, check this out
[fast bass beat drops in]
Shake it! C mon shake it! C mon shake it! C mon shake it!
Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now?
Whattup now? Hahahahah
(Yo Red, c mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)
Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out
Flexy I m sexy when I m standin in my drawers
If you can t check me when I m rappin, put the tape on pause
And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man
Give me five on the backhand then stick
your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
cause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit
Since you re holding your breath, I hold my jewels
I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools
The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G
I been this way every since nine months
So get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause
my shit s more deep, than any tape from Enigma
The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash
Basic instinct -- I m a shoot us and they got blasted
much ass I kick, groove to the master mix
My song still pumps when it s not even mastered, bitch!
My shit s very chronic so rewind it
Cause it s like.. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!
Cause I m a wild and crazy guy! No lie!
Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye
I m bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin Hubbard
Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn t
And if you still don t under-fuckin-stand where I m comin from
Listen to my nine, understand where it s hummin from!
"I m a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I m a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"I m a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I m a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
Cause my brain is twisted so I cock the biscuit
Cause shit s thick some say I ma bastard of a swift bitch
negro funkin it with the style in your ear bro
To make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro
You big pussy so funky that you have to douche me
You can t hear me then my record label didn t push me
I know I m sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes
but if I wasn t bad, I wouldn t freak it in the line
But it don t seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter
I ll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
How does it feel with the face full of funk
with the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt
I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey
ass off then I just crush on the hush hush
So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter
Ask the brothers (why?) Cause I m bad (word to mothers)
"I m a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I m a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"I m a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I m a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
Yo yo, check this out
This is for y all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers
Just to show y all I do what the FUCK I wanna do
I want y all to check this on the real
And yo, check this out
[fast bass beat drops in]
Shake it! C mon shake it! C mon shake it! C mon shake it!
Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now?
Whattup now? Hahahahah
(Yo Red, c mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)
Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out
Flexy I m sexy when I m standin in my drawers
If you can t check me when I m rappin, put the tape on pause
And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man
Give me five on the backhand then stick
your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
cause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit
Since you re holding your breath, I hold my jewels
I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools
The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G
I been this way every since nine months
So get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause
my shit s more deep, than any tape from Enigma
The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash
Basic instinct -- I m a shoot us and they got blasted
much ass I kick, groove to the master mix
My song still pumps when it s not even mastered, bitch!
My shit s very chronic so rewind it
Cause it s like.. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!
Cause I m a wild and crazy guy! No lie!
Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye
I m bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin Hubbard
Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn t
And if you still don t under-fuckin-stand where I m comin from
Listen to my nine, understand where it s hummin from!
"I m a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I m a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"I m a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I m a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
