I'm On Everything (feat. Mike Epps) - Bad Meets Evil

Pick up your gun Jump in the whip Lets ride on this like oh oh oh I put that on everything -I will be reppin the south to the day that i die I put that on everything From the midwest i'm ready to ride because i'm from the Chi I'm from the M i'm from the Double the S, yall know the rest Talk about that and I'll dig in yo chest Ready to die for these streets so hit you with with this heat You don't want to see T and DB and i put that on everything

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Got a shit-eating grin Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin City Since when did we begin to get dignity No diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your friggity-friends I'm lookin' at your bum-stickity-bum, hun The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack You can get the fickity-finger; the middle You little dizzy bitch, sit and spig-a-tee-spin Got a 6 o'clock cravin', stop, get Ciroc It's 'bout to be an unbelievable night I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in Hit the spot, spot my next victim I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin' Came to sip vodka, shit Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear But I bet if I licked her, she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha) What are you: pit, rott, mixed? Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then let's lip-lock If not, then chick, piss off, you snobby little pig snot nose You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog Cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin' shit Talkin' it, walkin' it, spit boxin' My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin' And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin' So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this If not, then kick rocks in flip flops And I produced the track So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!) So crank the volume 'til it's bangin' and I'm a keep on sayin' All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for sayin' And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again Like choppin' 'til I'm droppin' Still if that don't do the job of killin' Shady, then the karma will They sayin' I must bring it as Mohammad Until the Parkinson's done eat away my brain And made me Robin Williams crazy Or I end up with dementia, but you rockin' with a sadist Hate to say this, but if the thought is entertainin' I ain't stoppin' to explain it Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shakin' But before I tie a rope around this nob If they don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on until - Wait, I just forgot what I was thinkin'... What's it called again? I'm blankin' The thing above the balls between my legs And I think that I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny Wait, I think that I got it, okay, bitch I got you, Robin Williams hangin' Go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me Come on kemosabe It's past time, like your favorite hobby Cause if the way that I spit she remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts And tried to take my sausage as a hostage Ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer Or should I say Cobainer? That she's plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit Gotta wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis, chopped it And stuck it up between her armpits And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet, at least that's what Her train of thought is Cause I came, saw, conquered, hit it, quit it, and made up a plate of bonkers And I always end up giving these bitches a complex And I don't mean apartment So spread your feet apart And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits Now grab this Cuisinart And make me breakfast, bitch, that's a prerequisite And that's just to get in this bedroom, bitch Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?) Said my name is Booger, wanna catch a flick? I'll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks To get familiar with I'll learn extra quick Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist Cha-cha-cha Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit And I think with my dick so come blow my mind And it tastes like humble pie So swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride If I let you run alongside the Humvee Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy You gon' blow that rape whistle on me (Squee!) I love it 'Fore I get lost with gettin' off Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here So let's go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable Treat every women in my stable like flavors Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days In 7 nights in the Days Inn, it's Hot Vegas We roll in circles and packs, we the lifesavers She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then I'll bring it with me when I show up to her crib waving And I ain't tryna meet a nice neighbor I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of razors And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it Neck so frozen it look like I walked in a jewelry store With about a million dollars with your mama And sat down and did an ALS challenge, haaaan I stole that adlib from French, Bad & Evil back at it again About to get my back tatted again About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand Sitting on a bike in the sand If you ain't been through nothing Then that shouldn't mean nothing to you like likes on the Gram If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a Lamb Weed got her so chinky eyed Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan I keep my jewelry on while I'm fucking Sound like I'm shaking up dice in a can Listen, though this ain't Christmas I make you my ex miss If this is my passion I learn to give those who don't appreciate my presence The gift of my absence I don't know who you been listening to Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop Bitch, I don't give a two shits Bitch, get the fuck out of my face To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum Even though I have an affinity for a witty banter Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer Hold up, she misunderstood me I said Saint, por favor Thought I said the Wraith had four doors I knock a nigga face off Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever.) I leave the club with my tab still open Won't even get a cab for you and your friend The only fear I have is of loathing And I won't even kick in 'till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas 'Till we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas Whatever happens here, stays here So let's go all the way dear Til we get to Las Vegas

Everything I say be raw (Good God) I'm hardbody, everything I say be raw Everything I say be raw I'm hardbody, everything I say be raw (Good God) Everything I say be raw I'm hardbody, everything I say be raw (Good God) Everything I say be raw Everything I say be raw You can never be my nemesis You against me is me being a fool And you being an enemy with benefits I don't even consider myself deep When I'm rollin' with thirty niggas 'Cause I'm so used to being in a syndicate Boots on with my strap on me You don't know how Yeezy the season finna get Bad and Evil, catch a body, catch your body That's a membership Put you on my hitlist Then turn around and kill up all the snitches Then turn around and go to church, repent Then ask the reverend, can I get a witness? I got an I.O.U on my Bible's view Even God knows what I'm liable to do When I'm high bro, I represent the same significance In hip hop as Pac and Biggie Driving side car door, 'cept I'm alive though Best believe I got no problem fucking your bitch, raw And that mean I got no condom Panamera Porsche, factory real white That's me in real life And I'll probably be ménaging more than The back of Meek Mill bike, I'm Hollywood Good God, everything about me raw From the lyrics to the gun play I'm hardbody, everything I say be raw And I mean it (Ooh, I'm raw) Everything I do be raw What I do, I do it one way I'm hardbody, everything about me raw And I mean it On top of the world Every motherfucker wants to get a piece of your ass Then if you take a little time off from being unstoppable Just to regroup and relax No one will give you the time of fucking day I'm the rawest, uh, rest of y'all just one of a I'm becoming what I used to make fun of a Smug son of a bitch, fuck it though Going for the fucking jugular Leave them in a puddle of blood, I'm a Killer, but I'm a cut above the others Bloody glove in a prison yard, Jodi Arias I'm coming for you, fuck if the world doesn't approve Here I come as a custodian I'm dressed, to smuggle ya Ass out wrapped up in a comforter come snuggle up with Another fucking nut, we'll make a tub of truffle butter I'ma take this chubby, shove it up that nice round little bubble butt Make it double stuffed Pull it out one hole, put it in the other one Make a peanut butter cup, bust (yeah) We can fuck on a golf cart Tell me how you want it, soft, hard, or fucking rough Like a dog bark, stop at a Walmart Get a couple of 50 watt bulbs with a hot tub Fill up them buns with a hot dog To be frank these other motherfuckers ain't even in the ball park Then she pulled out the condiment drawer She must heard this is where the condoms get stored Sign above the door to the sauna says Welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah Told her I got something for her, sharp and it's pointed And it's head's on swole, hold it like a samurai She said, woah, look at that bulge, must have a huge ego I said, is it me you're aiming that compliment toward? She said, yes my ninja, please get to stabbing this shit I commenced to dropping them drawers Threw my black belt and gauntlets all onto the floor Zipped down my fly, whipped out my confident sword Good God, everything about me raw From the lyrics to the gun play I'm hardbody, everything I say be raw And I mean it Everything I do be raw What I do, I do it one way I'm hardbody, everything about me raw And I mean it So that is why I a better than everyone in the world Kiss my ass and suck my dick, everyone

On fire, burning up in smoke Breathless, I'm about to choke So take me to the stars tonight Light me up like dynamite Take me to the stars tonight When you bring me back to life Let it go I lose control when bad meets evil Through my bones the beast inside me isn't sleeping Breaking out I'm waking up but they release me When bad meets evil When bad meets evil When bad meets evil Me isn't sleepin When bad meets evil When bad meets evil When bad meets evil When bad meets evil When bad meets evil On fire, burning up in smoke Breathless, I'm about to choke So take me to the stars tonight Light me up like dynamite Take me to the stars tonight When you bring me back to life Let it go I lose control when bad meets evil Through my bones the beast inside me isn't sleeping Breaking out I'm waking up but they release me When bad meets evil When bad meets evil Me isn't sleepin When bad meets evil When bad meets evil When bad meets evil Let it go I lose control when bad meets evil Through my bones the beast inside me isn't sleeping Breaking out I'm waking up but they release me When bad meets evil

Uh, first verse, uh, I'm armed 'til I'm on an island My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill y'all with kindness I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse You've been warned if you've been born or if you conformed Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all fags know Claimin' you bangin', you flamin' Bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole Me and Shady deaded the past So that basically resurrected my cashflow I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke Though I ain't wrapped tight My blood type's the '80s, my '90s was like the Navy You was like the Bradys, you still fly kites daily Catch me in my Mercedes, bumpin' "Ice Ice Baby" Screamin', "Shady 'til I die", like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady Wait, no, stop me now 'fore I get on a roll (Danish) Let me tell you what this pretty little dame's name is 'Cause she's kinda famous And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my penis in your anus You morons think that I'm a genius Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum cleanin' Came to drive them trailer parks crazy I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby And that's back with a capital "B" with an exclamation mark Maybe you should listen when I flip the linguistics 'Cause when I rip this mystical slick shit You don't wanna become another victim, a statistic of this shit 'Cause after I spit the bullets I'ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball I'ma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'ma live this I'm livin' life in the fast lane Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) Livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) Yeah, my whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit At war with a bottle, as Captain Morgan attacks my organs My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me" "You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpse of Jack Kevorkian" Go back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down My tenement chimney now, the semi's the remedy, pow Spin him around, enterin' in the vicinity Now, was called M&M But he threw away the candy and ate the rapper Chewed him up and spitted him out, girl giddy-up, now get-get down He's lookin' around this club And it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town Did I s-s-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck them all, he shuts The whole motherfuckin' Walmart d-d-down Every time he comes a-r-r-round And he came to the club tonight with 5'9 to hold this bitch down Like a mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryin' d-d-drown Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way That you keep lickin' them dick-suckin' lips, I'm agitated, aggravated To the point you don't suck my dick Then you're gonna get decapitated Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it And then after takin' that, I'ma catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin' It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" On top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater, slash massive masturbator To Michael Jackson's activator, meanin' I'm on fire off the top Might wanna back up data, runnin' over hip hop In a verbal tractor trailer Homie, they're sick, you could normally ask a hater Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper Drop in the lap of a tax evader, homie they spent Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes, what girl? I'm the crack-a-lator Percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later Tell you boyfriend that you just struck pay dirt You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin' I'm livin' life in the fast lane Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down Only got a gallon in the gas tank But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) Livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal) Pedal to the metal Pedal to the metal

From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So I go straight at opponents' heads with this anger Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) The chopper got about fifty bullets Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'? Cause you can get it how you live And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real I still get rid of kids, now that's ill The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you I don't fake mine, I do this the fair way Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar I don't belong to you and I don't care who you are Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins That's besides the point like a shootin' guard Nigga, I'm a rockstar With whoopin' cough (I am) sick, George Clooney wit' a Uzi What kind of a movie star Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he's hard? "Fuck you doin', you retard?" Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog You swear I knew where the Roofies are The way I drug a bitch through the yard Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar So what you so blunt for? Did you fuckin' fall off, chump? Or did you jump? Or did you just become more Been into a funk, I just become morbid And more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits Pen at the table, I don't know when I'll be able to stop Told you from the gate One thought it generally takes and I'm off to the races Wait, mentally stable, hold your fuckin' horses There's nothin' more disgustin' an animal I just got done snortin' the fuckin' bathroom soap And the tannin' lotion To unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote There's not a pill for bananas though It's unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though Actin' like you're Michelangelo with a fuckin' cordless I think I'm Shredder, so you better better crawl back in your shell Or run 'fore you get injured A fuckin' Ninja Turtle wouldn't come toward us Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is Cause we'd smoke you on any joint Bad and evil's back, bitch You might experience some shortness of breath As you sit with your lungs punctured Hear their motherfuckin' tears come pourin' If I tell you once more, then you're done for You're going to have to learn How to fuckin' hear from a ruptured eardrum Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you're as dumb as a stump To think we'd come with a trump shortage Bass in your face, bitch Chuck Norris' nunchucks morph into guns, swords This is what blood sport is The goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, shogun warriors God damn, the Slaughter boy general Once I slaughter it, you couldn't un-slaughter it Once I order a hit, you couldn't un-order it Hit's an order, this the consortium From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this anger Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) If I don't got no more drama, bitch, I'm a fish outta water bottle After all these guys I slaughter Applause is gettin' louder, how the fuck did this happen? I never rapped for bitches, how's it my audience now is broader? Devil without a cause, rebel without a pause I am a kaze without the kami You wouldn't be a G if it cost me a thousand dollars Infrared in my pencil lead But always keep an extra one stocked though In the back pocket and both of 'em locked And they're loaded, like cocked twin Glocks that I'm holdin' You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon Fuckin' punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and rollin' Cause Elvis ain't left the buildin' yet, I'm still a villain You feel a threat when I step in and kill a set in a millisec With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black belt And kung fu, protect your neck and Respect the gun rule Read in the Art of War book 'bout Sun Tzu You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here long Rapunzel (get over it) Look, bitch, I got the bands in my pocket And the drum roll poppin', that's... That's overkill, I keep the kill under me I keep the chill one degree I hit you with a that'll make you see threes You realize as soon as you beat me that you didn't Yeah, there's still one of me, I'll meat slap you That's a recap view, that's normal embarrassing And you slap me, that's knee-slap humor, that's hardly hilarious So we scrap over you lying like a feline cub in a forest Cherishing a kill from a dominant male And I'm born with Malaria Form of Lou Gehrigs To torture and terrify corporate America Poor little Erica In the morning the sheriff's and Law Enforcement Will find one fourth of her buried Under a barrier of the kitchen floor With the stairs in an outdoor wooded area From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this anger Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah) Back then, hoes didn't want it Now black Benz all hid in corners My spectacular, vernacular I spit like giving Ex-Lax to a Dracula Let me translate, I'm tryna find me a bitch And then I'm sucking on her neck while she naked And then I'm shitting on her And I'm getting boners from what I'm spitting Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers A time bomb with a nervous ticking Another murder victim, I flirted with them first And burrr-stick 'em, I burn up if I try to step up inside a Church Chicken *Scratching noise* wanna *scratching noise* making sure any who battle me crawl away Assault and battery holiday, and just when you're thinking that'll be all I say I'll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogy But I disappear as quick as Natalie Holloway It's my mentality all the way, I'm normally a suicide mission to try dissin' But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the time In the articles that you write which is why I never reply, cause he died shitting So-a, shitting, I'm spitting my infinite supply of written bonafide Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in your eyelid and fuck it Switch subjects, moving on to the next one its, Ch- Chucky Who wanna play with number one overall, Kid Cudi A psycho buddy who might go nutty 'cause he don't like nobody His knife's so bloody 'cause he just sliced somebody Pull out the Schick Hydro and In light of what he, just said, this for those who even kinda want it Cause for this man, I would take a lighter And light up all of my Lighter money You can call it pyro money, "Hi Rihanna" I mean wait, "Hi Tianna", wait, "Hi Tatiana", shit I gotta problem I don't like, it's called fuck a model-itis Who pussy the tightest? That's amazing, sit your ass down I don't like the pussy too tight Get the fuck outta here and have some babies Vocabulary still ill, the 911 still will It's all yellow with the black stripe, kill bill I'm so far ahead of the skills here I'm getting ready for my past life I'm the real deal Like Holyfield, think you irreplaceable? Bite it (that's overkill) 'Till I keel over like somebody stuffed roadkill and Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the deal I'm not about to sit and go through the whole spiel Of how I'm, how I'm cold steel like a old cold snowmobile And no feeling, it's so jovial But don't be one of those who mistake me for a joke, it's so for real It's what I told the phoney emcee before I broke his will Drove a drill through his skull to see his soul Told him when I snap like a photo He'll get exposed like a roll of film Now here he goes again, oh I'm so trill, I'mma get the hoes again Like Buffalo Bill's, bitch you didn't put lotion in The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old widow With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk then Smoke billows I lit up... ah, fuck it

Yeah (yeah) Told you we'd be back (told you we'd be back) Welcome to Hell (welcome to Hell) Heh! There's a switch I flip, emotions cut off So cold, I done froze my butt off And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet It's like squirtin' a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck all Other words, I ain't put a dent in the game compared to the damage I've yet to do As long as you still have feelings to hurt, I'll be around as long as you let me get to you Long as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb, you? Just a false alarm Get scant, little piss-ants, and see if I don't come along and stomp your farm Thunder and lightning, rain, hail, sleet with a tornado's the kinda brainstorm I get So when wind starts blowin' shit Talk about goin' in? Goin' insane's more like it Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it like a disastrous blizzard So you better listen quick, fast, don't miss it Yeah, go ahead, little, prick bastard, diss it But when you get hit with a sick-ass explicit flow Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it Just know that all he knows is that it's better to kick ass than kiss it Dick Dastardly of audacity Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped, but it can't be But man, I can't just keep doin' 'em like that or no one'll rap with me (yeah) Except one, you ask who is it? Guess who just came through to blast you bitches? With the ratchet, the book of Matthew, a book of matches Lighting 'em under white linen (oh!) You 'bout to have to admit it They pass you the mic, ask you spit it And you got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands I'm sure they gon' laugh when you go into to the bathroom with it (haha) (woo) Now with what would you come against us? Better be somethin' with a Bigfoot pedigree Easily, these are the reasons that we need to be in y'all prayer Each region breeds 'em, MCs that wanna be the remise That they wanna breathe our air (yeah), with these ideas (yeah) Anybody thinkin' the game don't need the bad and the evil regime That's like saying that the Bad Boy Piston team didn't need Isiah Shit, piss, and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs, I swear Better beware, there's too much at stake and to find someone this raw on a beat is rare You can kiss my ass and eat shit stains out my underwear that I don't even wear This gotta be no fair (fair), this like hitting the lottery, oh, yeah (yeah) Who you know hotter? There gotta be no pair (pair) Shotty that I got'll lobotomy your hair Classic, smash it, smother it, read it and weep it Perhaps you will have no rebuttal and (woo) In fact, you seein' me in this rappin' is like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jazmine Sullivan Back to bash your skull again, push a bitch out the Aspen And tell her get the fuck outta Dodge (Dodge Aspen) Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors You has-beens are duller than color books that ain't colored in Second and third, fourth wind, got another wind Here they come again, none other than Bad and Evil Also known as Saddam and Osama Bin It's been a long time, but I bet that neither one of us Have felt sicker than we do right now And we only get iller with time Me and Nickel fuckin' shit up on the dime So telling us to pipe down is like talking to a meth head Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection Fightin' it while he's watchin' internet porn 'Bout to meet his death with an erection, my God (my God) What I mean is David Carradine jackin' his penis in front of his tripod, choking his own neck What part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard! When you listening to my bars, nothing but the F-I-R-E Coming out your iPod, we come up in a place Chicks heads start spinnin' like motherfuckin' white walls Got your mother suckin' my balls while we fuck each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs And I never say, "I'm so–rry," the 5'9" and the Fire Marshall We spit with an intensity to shut shit down In the industry, two different entities with a propensity To put these N-U-Ts up inside of your fuckin' Mouth (haha, haha) Oh, shit (oh, shit), stop it (stop it) Yo, welcome to the CD (welcome to the CD)