I'm a bad motherfucker
Ever come and put that thing up in my face again
I got a little bad news for you, homie
Got a couple goons itchin'
So just let me catch you slippin'
Got the 762s always on me, homie
Yo, we'll kick in your door
Spill your brains on the floor
I'm just lettin' you know that I ain't the one
Yo, we'll kick in your door
Spill your brains on the floor
I'm just lettin' you know

I'm a bad motherfucker the way I play with these syllables
Verses roll off the tongue as if Ricky B's at the steerin' wheel
Delivery heavenly, heavily in tune with spiritual
Emissary of the divine realm
Godly lyrical
The hymnal for those of us written off as if we're minimal
I got the chemical makeup
My legacy's perennial
The rhymes so contagious got 'em whipped like I'm a miracle
Girl, I got a seminal gift for you
I'm super cereal
The formidable pillager
I'm a menace like Dillinger
Stealin' all y'alls attention with ritual acts of the sinister
The fatality finisher
My morality's miniature
I ain't sayin' I'm a bad guy, but the devil is similar
When I'm on that good shit, my disposition is irritable
I ain't playing with you
Our relationship provisional
Maybe I could ask Dr. Phil for a pill
Need to seal demons before I'm certifiably clinical
Ride through the night like Hasselhoff on top a mastodon
Ski mask on my face
Undercover till the crack of dawn
Creepin' through back alleys searching for glory in a bathroom stall
I might as well shoot my shot 'cause in the mornin' I might be gone

Got the cash if you fuckin' with me
Got the blades for them third degrees
Keep my name out ya motherfuckin' mouth
We bringin' eight shottys, and we runnin' in ya house
Got the work if you fuckin' with me
Fuckin' bang if you ridin' with me
Keep my name out ya motherfuckin' mouth
And if you want it, bitch, I got it
Come and see what I'm about
Got the glock cocked, sittin' in the cut
Fuck around, I'll have to put one in ya gut
Big Mike in the kitchen cookin' up
We smokin' Backwoods laced up with some dust
Bitch, how the fuck am I supposed to live?
I'm tryin' to eat
Got the rope around my neck
I'm fightin' for a seat
I've been California dreamin' since the day the water leaked
But I can't decide if I'm serious
I could care less what you think of me
Smokin' that loud is my therapy
Lean in my cup mixed with Hennessy
Bangin' your head to this melody
Promise you, we got that weaponry
You ain't no friend to me
Death is your destiny
Plea for insanity
This shit comes naturally
Souls is my currency
Hell is my certainty, baby