Bad & Evil
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โฑ๏ธ 4:11 duration
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๐ Lyrics
The bad, the evil, the bad, the evil
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slip
If it wasn't for the spoons, I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do
I came in the diner with skateboarders, placed orders, ate hors d'oeuvres
Hit the waiter with plate warmers, let you inhale the glocks, man
While I'm ripping your wallet off and slipping the Molotov in your cocktail
Burning your contracts, punch a ring and arm in the face
Smash the glasses and turn them to contacts
I'm on some shook shit, if it's missing, I took it
Nurse, look at this straitjacket, it's crooked
I'll go to jail and murder you for myself
Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail
So how do you describe someone with a decapitated head when the rest of his body's still alive?
Running, coming with five gunmen, waiting to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500, hide from it
For every hundred MCs rhyming about birds, only about two-thirds have really said it without words
Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up
Pick the fifth up, cock spit, you will swear it's raining slugs
I'm the hottest shit in the industry
I got every thug on the block to get a wind of me defending me
You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast
A bad and evil mad rap, I cover the bad half
You know how I thug and this shit'll end up
Spit around, lift your chin up
You get hit, ten down and ten up
Take it, if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent off
Heat it up, you'll be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up
Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title
You step got devoured and left with a flower inviting
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the schrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
If it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the schrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on
I'ma end your career and walk away with the whole floor
So you have nothing to fall back on
I'll throw you off of ten floors
Pull a fucking headache out of my head and put it in yours
I'm indoors, waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores
To go outdoors and do some in-stores
This bitch wanted to blow me, I said it oughta happen
Swallow cum, bitch
No, but I brought a napkin
Getting scully while I'm autographing
Got my daughter laughing cause I sent her mother whitewater rafting
I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear
Mr. Rogers blocking my u-haul, screaming
Wait, you ain't moving here
Lorraine and Bobbitt, come here
Want a souvenir?
I've been high as fuck since I was a juvenile
Juvenile, same difference
I need some K cause I ain't sniff since
I woke up to seven slain infants
Brain implants, and they say there's a slim chance
I won't stay the same cause I traded brains for the chin pads
Walking in swamp water with an M16 out for the blood
Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug to break braces
You say grace and make faces
I'll display hate and break you in eight places
Take paces, turn around, draw on a standoff
Precise aim, icing my fame, blowing your hand off
Dancing with the devil eating
I won't die, I'm never leaving
I pledge allegiance to forever breathing
Street niggas with nuts, what, my meat's bigger
Fake ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers with a death wish
Thinking I'm the nigga to mess with
Let the tech lift, direct chest hit
Melt your necklace, for instance
You just a henchman on tough soil
A follower never had heart, he just loyal
Thugs is glass doors, I see through him
Put the heat to him
Be careful, you might get what you asked for
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slip
If it wasn't for the spoons, I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
If it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slip
If it wasn't for the spoons, I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
The bad
The evil
The bad
The evil
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.00]
[00:04.71] The bad, the evil, the bad, the evil
[00:10.10] Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
[00:13.09] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slip
[00:15.09] If it wasn't for the spoons, I'd have nothing to chew
[00:18.09] I'm just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do
[00:20.10] I came in the diner with skateboarders, placed orders, ate hors d'oeuvres
[00:24.10] Hit the waiter with plate warmers, let you inhale the glocks, man
[00:28.09] While I'm ripping your wallet off and slipping the Molotov in your cocktail
[00:32.09] Burning your contracts, punch a ring and arm in the face
[00:35.09] Smash the glasses and turn them to contacts
[00:37.10] I'm on some shook shit, if it's missing, I took it
[00:40.10] Nurse, look at this straitjacket, it's crooked
[00:42.09] I'll go to jail and murder you for myself
[00:44.09] Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail
[00:47.09] So how do you describe someone with a decapitated head when the rest of his body's still alive?
[00:52.10] Running, coming with five gunmen, waiting to do a drive-by
[00:55.09] So when you see the black 500, hide from it
[00:57.09] For every hundred MCs rhyming about birds, only about two-thirds have really said it without words
[01:02.10] Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up
[01:05.10] Pick the fifth up, cock spit, you will swear it's raining slugs
[01:08.09] I'm the hottest shit in the industry
[01:10.09] I got every thug on the block to get a wind of me defending me
[01:13.09] You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast
[01:16.09] A bad and evil mad rap, I cover the bad half
[01:18.10] You know how I thug and this shit'll end up
[01:20.09] Spit around, lift your chin up
[01:22.10] You get hit, ten down and ten up
[01:24.09] Take it, if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent off
[01:26.09] Heat it up, you'll be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up
[01:29.09] Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title
[01:31.10] You step got devoured and left with a flower inviting
[01:34.10] Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
[01:36.09] And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
[01:39.09] If it wasn't for the schrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
[01:42.09] I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
[01:44.10] If it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
[01:47.10] And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
[01:50.10] If it wasn't for the schrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
[01:52.09] I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
[01:55.09] Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
[01:58.09] It takes six minutes to get applause
[02:00.10] And by the time you all catch on
[02:02.09] I'ma end your career and walk away with the whole floor
[02:04.10] So you have nothing to fall back on
[02:06.09] I'll throw you off of ten floors
[02:08.09] Pull a fucking headache out of my head and put it in yours
[02:11.09] I'm indoors, waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores
[02:14.09] To go outdoors and do some in-stores
[02:16.10] This bitch wanted to blow me, I said it oughta happen
[02:19.10] Swallow cum, bitch
[02:20.10] No, but I brought a napkin
[02:21.09] Getting scully while I'm autographing
[02:23.10] Got my daughter laughing cause I sent her mother whitewater rafting
[02:26.10] I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear
[02:28.09] Mr. Rogers blocking my u-haul, screaming
[02:30.09] Wait, you ain't moving here
[02:32.10] Lorraine and Bobbitt, come here
[02:33.10] Want a souvenir?
[02:34.09] I've been high as fuck since I was a juvenile
[02:37.09] Juvenile, same difference
[02:38.09] I need some K cause I ain't sniff since
[02:40.09] I woke up to seven slain infants
[02:42.10] Brain implants, and they say there's a slim chance
[02:44.09] I won't stay the same cause I traded brains for the chin pads
[02:47.09] Walking in swamp water with an M16 out for the blood
[02:50.09] Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug to break braces
[02:53.09] You say grace and make faces
[02:55.10] I'll display hate and break you in eight places
[02:57.09] Take paces, turn around, draw on a standoff
[03:00.09] Precise aim, icing my fame, blowing your hand off
[03:03.09] Dancing with the devil eating
[03:04.09] I won't die, I'm never leaving
[03:06.09] I pledge allegiance to forever breathing
[03:08.10] Street niggas with nuts, what, my meat's bigger
[03:10.09] Fake ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers with a death wish
[03:14.10] Thinking I'm the nigga to mess with
[03:15.10] Let the tech lift, direct chest hit
[03:17.10] Melt your necklace, for instance
[03:19.09] You just a henchman on tough soil
[03:21.10] A follower never had heart, he just loyal
[03:23.09] Thugs is glass doors, I see through him
[03:25.09] Put the heat to him
[03:26.09] Be careful, you might get what you asked for
[03:28.09] Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
[03:31.10] And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slip
[03:33.09] If it wasn't for the spoons, I'd have nothing to chew
[03:36.09] I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
[03:39.09] If it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
[03:41.09] And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slip
[03:44.10] If it wasn't for the spoons, I'd have nothing to chew
[03:47.10] I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
[03:51.00] The bad
[03:53.99] The evil
[03:56.00] The bad
[03:59.00] The evil
[04:01.08]
[00:04.71] The bad, the evil, the bad, the evil
[00:10.10] Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
[00:13.09] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slip
[00:15.09] If it wasn't for the spoons, I'd have nothing to chew
[00:18.09] I'm just fucking with you, cause I got nothing to do
[00:20.10] I came in the diner with skateboarders, placed orders, ate hors d'oeuvres
[00:24.10] Hit the waiter with plate warmers, let you inhale the glocks, man
[00:28.09] While I'm ripping your wallet off and slipping the Molotov in your cocktail
[00:32.09] Burning your contracts, punch a ring and arm in the face
[00:35.09] Smash the glasses and turn them to contacts
[00:37.10] I'm on some shook shit, if it's missing, I took it
[00:40.10] Nurse, look at this straitjacket, it's crooked
[00:42.09] I'll go to jail and murder you for myself
[00:44.09] Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail
[00:47.09] So how do you describe someone with a decapitated head when the rest of his body's still alive?
[00:52.10] Running, coming with five gunmen, waiting to do a drive-by
[00:55.09] So when you see the black 500, hide from it
[00:57.09] For every hundred MCs rhyming about birds, only about two-thirds have really said it without words
[01:02.10] Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up
[01:05.10] Pick the fifth up, cock spit, you will swear it's raining slugs
[01:08.09] I'm the hottest shit in the industry
[01:10.09] I got every thug on the block to get a wind of me defending me
[01:13.09] You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast
[01:16.09] A bad and evil mad rap, I cover the bad half
[01:18.10] You know how I thug and this shit'll end up
[01:20.09] Spit around, lift your chin up
[01:22.10] You get hit, ten down and ten up
[01:24.09] Take it, if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent off
[01:26.09] Heat it up, you'll be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up
[01:29.09] Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title
[01:31.10] You step got devoured and left with a flower inviting
[01:34.10] Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
[01:36.09] And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
[01:39.09] If it wasn't for the schrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
[01:42.09] I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
[01:44.10] If it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
[01:47.10] And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
[01:50.10] If it wasn't for the schrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
[01:52.09] I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
[01:55.09] Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
[01:58.09] It takes six minutes to get applause
[02:00.10] And by the time you all catch on
[02:02.09] I'ma end your career and walk away with the whole floor
[02:04.10] So you have nothing to fall back on
[02:06.09] I'll throw you off of ten floors
[02:08.09] Pull a fucking headache out of my head and put it in yours
[02:11.09] I'm indoors, waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores
[02:14.09] To go outdoors and do some in-stores
[02:16.10] This bitch wanted to blow me, I said it oughta happen
[02:19.10] Swallow cum, bitch
[02:20.10] No, but I brought a napkin
[02:21.09] Getting scully while I'm autographing
[02:23.10] Got my daughter laughing cause I sent her mother whitewater rafting
[02:26.10] I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear
[02:28.09] Mr. Rogers blocking my u-haul, screaming
[02:30.09] Wait, you ain't moving here
[02:32.10] Lorraine and Bobbitt, come here
[02:33.10] Want a souvenir?
[02:34.09] I've been high as fuck since I was a juvenile
[02:37.09] Juvenile, same difference
[02:38.09] I need some K cause I ain't sniff since
[02:40.09] I woke up to seven slain infants
[02:42.10] Brain implants, and they say there's a slim chance
[02:44.09] I won't stay the same cause I traded brains for the chin pads
[02:47.09] Walking in swamp water with an M16 out for the blood
[02:50.09] Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug to break braces
[02:53.09] You say grace and make faces
[02:55.10] I'll display hate and break you in eight places
[02:57.09] Take paces, turn around, draw on a standoff
[03:00.09] Precise aim, icing my fame, blowing your hand off
[03:03.09] Dancing with the devil eating
[03:04.09] I won't die, I'm never leaving
[03:06.09] I pledge allegiance to forever breathing
[03:08.10] Street niggas with nuts, what, my meat's bigger
[03:10.09] Fake ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers with a death wish
[03:14.10] Thinking I'm the nigga to mess with
[03:15.10] Let the tech lift, direct chest hit
[03:17.10] Melt your necklace, for instance
[03:19.09] You just a henchman on tough soil
[03:21.10] A follower never had heart, he just loyal
[03:23.09] Thugs is glass doors, I see through him
[03:25.09] Put the heat to him
[03:26.09] Be careful, you might get what you asked for
[03:28.09] Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
[03:31.10] And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slip
[03:33.09] If it wasn't for the spoons, I'd have nothing to chew
[03:36.09] I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
[03:39.09] If it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
[03:41.09] And if it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slip
[03:44.10] If it wasn't for the spoons, I'd have nothing to chew
[03:47.10] I'm just fucking with you cause I got nothing to do
[03:51.00] The bad
[03:53.99] The evil
[03:56.00] The bad
[03:59.00] The evil
[04:01.08]