I'm mean and I'm dirty, like none you've ever seen Bad habits drip like honey, no tongue can lick me clean I'm not of royal blood, I've never been discreet
your face so far, If you don't want to fail, You better hide your scars, Make a poor man cry, The way you run your life, Make a poor man laugh, The way you run
there, (Yes) Red smile (yes) white noise, fade to black, nobody cares. Wake up now, try to run, howling pain, burning sun, creep and crawl, hiding place
. Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man. Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man. Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man. Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad
some deep shit You coppin' pleas now, it ain't a secret Trying to be niggas you can't even speak with You can't run, you can't hide Bad Boy 'till
blood like liquor Its all because I'm givin a fuck and I got no love for you niggas I'm leavin up outta the house when it's time to ride and create
our sacred places Bases loaded, we up to bat Coulda hit a homerun, but we pulled a gat Bad seed tree make bad seed fruit Good seed look, don't do bad,
arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned Beat you so bad
down, Nigga show some love, ain?t no hoes in ta us We can swing the bus, we can share some blood, Blood blood, blood-blood-blood-blood, blood, Let a nigga
clash of the titans, are you frightened of loss? Fighting with the cause to free, you and yours and God's law Look in the stars, aligned with sign and
of a psychopath slash Ambassador Of the Valentine Day massacre slash assassin I slash her in the ass with an icicle and leave her lay in a blood bath While I put a catheter in and
block that get a wind of me defendin me You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half You know how
one time for yo man this is Grindtime check and (Welcome To The Grindhouse!) And we gonna do it West Indian Style for you this time yo sniff and cash
some deep shit You coppin' pleas now, it ain't a secret Trying to be niggas you can't even speak with You can't run, you can't hide Bad boy 'till the
dirty but I'ma put thirty inside him and leave early And just when I went to fill him with hot lead I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said
took the dare and jumped in they made bad choices, SOme have seen and others heard that they seen along the bottom, Are all the bodies of the girls and boys preserved and
for callin' the authorities (Take that) Me, I ain't facin' that blood on the baseball bat Hide all the evidence, please, 'fo they come Stak G'wan wit'cha bad