Ahhh you don' did it now. Chaos you should of put this one in the vault man. They not ready They dont know whats commin man Oh we gonna drop this on them right here Ya'll aint ready for dis! Ya'll aint ready for none of dis!
Your boy's a bad man And we invadin' the streets Make all 'em clapper-rappers scurred They be droppin' the heat Shocked the world now I'm standin' alone I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones You can't help but nod ya head to the track Fuck the watered-down rap, we be takin' it back Give it to ya straight, ain't no chasin' it Check ya self in the mirror, ain't no facin' it 'Cause you...playin' the roll and you plannin' to fold This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold We all over the streets like ya favorite sneeker Breakin' up ya sound like a drive-thru speaker Everything that I be spittin' is strong After I rock, fast-forward through the rest of the song We the monkey wrench, that's gonna ruin ya plan And don't fuck wit John Cena, I'm a bad, bad man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man
We devils, rockin' ambient levels We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals When cats got one-liners, I drop several And I think it's funny you choose Who's in progress of runnin' in place We makin' rules and ya'll settle I rip rappers and take responsibility for makin' future hall of famers look third-rate Ya'll are lost for words like conversation on your worst first-date, And raw beats Creep through side streets Loose leaf notepads That's where rhymes leak Punch-lines, man, don't even beg I got knee-slapping tracks, ya'll cruisin' ya leg You a rhyme-writer, buddy? Man, that's a joke You ain't worthy of being my secretary, man that's a quote I flood tracks like cracks in boats And pussy rappers choked up, wit they own rhymes in they throat
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man
Turn up the microphone and feed me, I'm a beast MCs and they beats is what I eat 16, I leave you in the street My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet It's spreadin' up the leg and headin' for the head Your rhymes are whack, your style is proof that the brain corrosion Is fuckin' with ya chosen flows I'm nice with mics, my hands'll break ya nose Like Mikey Tyson, fightin' in his prime one rhyme And I shake up the room one time, BOOM To da jaw, your face is a cult-type, Where all the The blood is not bein' mixed, jelly on the floor My love is Compton bricks, belly on the floor I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem I solve you, 3 57 long nose revolve you Acid in ya face, bad look, dissolve you I'm a bad, bad man Yeah, Check it out, It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby And I want you to say hello to the bad, bad man Come on!
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man
John Cena
Bad Bad Man
Ahhh you don' did it now.
Chaos you should of put this one in the vault man.
They not ready
They dont know whats commin man
Oh we gonna drop this on them right here
Ya'll aint ready for dis!
Ya'll aint ready for none of dis!
Your boy's a bad man
And we invadin' the streets
Make all 'em clapper-rappers scurred
They be droppin' the heat
Shocked the world now I'm standin' alone
I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones
You can't help but nod ya head to the track
Fuck the watered-down rap, we be takin' it back
Give it to ya straight, ain't no chasin' it
Check ya self in the mirror, ain't no facin' it
'Cause you...playin' the roll and you plannin' to fold
This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold
We all over the streets like ya favorite sneeker
Breakin' up ya sound like a drive-thru speaker
Everything that I be spittin' is strong
After I rock, fast-forward through the rest of the song
We the monkey wrench, that's gonna ruin ya plan
And don't fuck wit John Cena, I'm a bad, bad man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
We devils, rockin' ambient levels
We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals
When cats got one-liners, I drop several
And I think it's funny you choose
Who's in progress of runnin' in place
We makin' rules and ya'll settle
I rip rappers and take responsibility
for makin' future hall of famers look third-rate
Ya'll are lost for words like conversation on your worst first-date,
And raw beats
Creep through side streets
Loose leaf notepads
That's where rhymes leak
Punch-lines, man, don't even beg
I got knee-slapping tracks, ya'll cruisin' ya leg
You a rhyme-writer, buddy? Man, that's a joke
You ain't worthy of being my secretary, man that's a quote
I flood tracks like cracks in boats
And pussy rappers choked up, wit they own rhymes in they throat
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Turn up the microphone and feed me, I'm a beast
MCs and they beats is what I eat
16, I leave you in the street
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet
It's spreadin' up the leg and headin' for the head
Your rhymes are whack, your style is proof that the brain corrosion
Is fuckin' with ya chosen flows
I'm nice with mics, my hands'll break ya nose
Like Mikey Tyson, fightin' in his prime one rhyme
And I shake up the room one time, BOOM
To da jaw, your face is a cult-type, Where all the
The blood is not bein' mixed, jelly on the floor
My love is Compton bricks, belly on the floor
I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem
I solve you, 3 57 long nose revolve you
Acid in ya face, bad look, dissolve you
I'm a bad, bad man
Yeah,
Check it out,
It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby
And I want you to say hello to the bad, bad man
Come on!
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man
Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man
Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man
Im A Bad Man