Bad Meets Evil - Welcome 2 Hell
Yeah, told you we'd be back.Welcome to hellThere's a switch, I flip, I spit emotions cut offSo cold I'll roast my butt offAnd it ain't even anticipating the tip of the Ice burg in the middle of the ocean yet so fuck offOther words I didn't put a dent in a can Compared to the damage I've yet to doLong as you still have feelings to hurt, I'll be around as long as you let me get to youLong as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarmGet scared little piss ants, And see if I don't come along and stop your farmThunder and lightning, rain, hail, Sleet with a tornado's the kind of brainstorm I getSo when the wind starts blowing, shit, talking about goin' in?Goin' insane's more like itWizard of words when he he spits hazardous with itLike a disastrous blizzard So you better listen quick fast don't miss itYeah go ahead little prick bastard, diss itBut when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flowDon't ask how much of his passion is it that goesJust know, that all he knows is thisIt's better to kick ass than kiss itDick dastardly of audacity mental capacityUnmatched it has to be stoppedBut it can't be, but man I can't just keep doing them like thatOr no one will rap with me'Cept one, you asked who is it?Guess who just came through to blast you bitchesWith the ratchet, the book of Mathew, a book of matchesLighting 'em under white linenYou about to have to admit itThey pass you the mic, asked you to spit itYou got handed your own ass, your ass in your own handsI'm sure they gonna laugh when you go into the bathroom with itNow with what would you come against us?Better be something with a big foot pedigreeEasily these are the reasons that we need to be in your prayersEach region breed some emcees that wanna be, Which means they wanna breath our airWith these ideas, anybody thinkin' that the game don't needThe bad and the evil regimeThat's like saying that bad boy Piston team didn't need IsaiahSip piss and bleed, This is a different breed of emcees, I swearBetter be aware, there's too much at stake, And to find someone this raw on a beat is rareYou can kiss my ass And the shit stains on my underwear that I don't even wearThis gotta be no fair, This like hittin' the lottery, oh yeahWho you know hotter? there gotta be no pairShotty that I got a lobotomy, your hairClassic, smack it, smother it, Read it and weep and perhaps you'll have no rebuttalin'In fact, you seein' me in this rap Is like saying tila tequila can sing like Jasmin SullivanBack to bash her skull again, Push a bitch out the Aston until I get the fuck outta dodgeShouldn't have to explain my metaphors?You has been's are dumber than Color books that ain't colored inSecond and third, fourth wind, gotta another winHere they come again, none other than, bad and evilAlso known as Sadam and Osama BinIt's been a long time, But I bet neither one of us have felt as sick as we do right nowAnd we only get iller with time, Me and nickel fucking shit up on the groundsTellin' us to pipe down, It's like talking to a meth headBruce Willis on his death bed, Last breath with an infectionFightin' it while he's watching internet porn, About to meet his death with an erectionMy god, what I mean is, David Carrideine jacking his penis in front of his tripodChoking his own neck, what part you don't get?I'm saying I die hardWhen you listen to my bars, nothin' but the fireComin' out your iPod, we come up in a placeChicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin' white wallsGot your mother suckin' my balls while we fuck each other, Punch each other in the eyeballsAnd I never say I'm sorry, the five nine and the Fire MarshallWe spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industryTwo different entities, with a propensity to put these nutsInside of your fucking mouth
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Добавлена: | 29 сентября 2017 |