I'm A Bad

I get mad wicked (f**k 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 pus*y, 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 f**k 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 ba*s in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey a*s 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 pus*y motherf**kers Just to show y'all I do what the f**k I wanna do I want y'all to check this on the real And yo, check this out [fast ba*s beat drops in] Shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! Wha*sup now? Wha*sup now? Wha*sup now? Wha*sup 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 s*xy 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 a*s 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 motherf**kin Hubbard Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't And if you still don't under-f**kin-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"