Bad

You have not seen all that I can do
What can I say just to get it through
Monsters hunting in the night for you
Lock your doors and keep your weapons close to you

I got to get to the point I got a crypt for a joint
I got a strip in the heat you got a brick in your loins
I make emergency you feel the urgency
You can't be hurting me you never heard of me
I get it popping pop pop you make it sloppy mop mop
You got a deal well I got a knife stick in the steel I remove you from life
I cut you to ribbons and show you my stripes
I get it lit punch out your lights I got it bad bad bad
Sorry mom that's word to my dad dad dad
I had though that thought it gone
I got a treacherous trip inside of me count me to one
I got no questions I got no answers
I rot your intestines from the inside I am a cancer
You learn your lessons you count your blessings
Red eared Wendigo eat flesh and I leave no messes I leave no messes
I keep them guessing I got the message I got addresses
I got you Aaron Hernandez house full of cameras yeah this what I do

You have not seen all that I can do
What can I say just to get it through
Monsters hunting in the night for you
Lock your doors and keep your weapons close to you

I get the bucks like a papa doe
I birth these rapper like mama's
I leave a mark in your figure like commas do
Pull up beside you and pop your door
Ellas siempre dicen matalo
Made the decision you got to go
Learn from mistakes like I'm Papago
Shaking the bag up like Darla do
I'm on my way don't got far to go
There is one thing that you got to know
I'm in the zone I pronounce visitor visit a I know the code
I'm the new Dillinger you're just a villager
I am not too big to come to your home
I look cold I took hold I got you young-ins and I got you old's so
Cut less drip more undress thrift store
Come get it's yours tongues get blisters I got it bad
Not as lit as it can get not like me I'm different
I am a rain in a drought I'm draining you out
Red is a much better color I'm painting your house
You're just a hole I'm digging you out
You're going to learn what killing's about
You're going to go run and tell your friends
But you're going to be gone before you figure it out
You're going to get hurt act like it's words
Word to my mother I'll leave you in dirt
Get eaten by birds haven't you heard I am disturbed
You're going to be resting in pieces in feces and resting assured that I got it bad yeah
That's word to my dad that's word to my dad I got it bad

You have not seen all that I can do
What can I say just to get it through
Monsters hunting in the night for you
Lock your doors and keep your weapons close to you