Bad Day

Lyrics

[Intro: Christopher Walken (Mike/Poolhall Junkies)] You got this lion. He's the king of the jungle, huge mane out to here. He's laying down under a tree, in the middle of Africa. He's so big, it's so hot. He doesn't wanna move [Verse 1: Bukshot] Wicked shit, banging in the one-nine You don't want this linebacker on the front line I got necks to break next so don't flex Waiting on a meal, watch these haters like it's lunchtime Eat they face off, chewing like a chainsaw They know the game's lost, scratching all they namеs off No more grasshopper I'm the mastеr killer Beating on my fucking chest like a mad gorilla Off with they heads fuck to take my meds Since I love the feds gave a shit or what they said Do my own thing, fuck cause I'm the people This is M.O.B. gang, what I'm thinking's evil Spitting bars, watch me shock 'em like a Thundercat Selling records in this game and I don't mumble rap In a haunted forest, limping like a lumberjack Stumble on my cabin I promise you ain't coming back [Chorus: Bukshot] I don't care if you're offended bitch, or what I might say No faking or pretending, I'mma do it my way It's time to go to sleep up in the bed you had made Bukslap 'em in the face I hope they have a bad day It's a bad day, when I raise up on these trolls in a mad rage Got my hand and never fold, it's a bad day The M.O.B. shit is how I roll on a rampage Time's up, lock and load [Bridge: Christopher Walken (Mike/Poolhall Junkies)] Now the little lion cubs, they start messing with him. Biting his tail or biting his ears. He doesn't do anything. The lioness, she starts messing with him. Still nothing Now the other animals, they notice this [Verse 2: Bukshot] Underground spitter rolling with them heavy hitters M.O.B.'s about to split ya You couldn't see the picture Follow me on Twitter I keep it real, not a bullshitter Cut 'em up like Jack the Ripper (Cut 'em up like Jack the Ripper) I'm Gandalf (Gandalf) thou shall not pass With the wave of my staff watch 'em fall and collapse I'm Randolph, first name, last name Vlad Like the devil in the stand bringing darkness like the plague I want to see you beg for mercy I can even take it and respect it if you curse me Shower me with devilry and evil come immerse me Watch me as I'm practicing for murdering rehearsing Ancient tongues from the dead with the ones who have fled Who have run now instead Pull a gun, blinking red, blinking red Bet you I can value harder than a Duke guard Sniper on my shoulder, I promise it can shoot far [Chorus: Bukshot] I don't care if you're offended bitch, or what I might say No faking or pretending, I'mma do it my way It's time to go to sleep up in the bed you had made Bukslap 'em in the face I hope they have a bad day It's a bad day, when I raise up on these trolls in a mad rage Got my hand and never fold, it's a bad day The M.O.B. shit is how I rolled on a rampage Time's up, lock and load [Bridge: Christopher Walken (Mike/Poolhall Junkies)] Then they start to move in. The jackals; hyenas. They're barking at him, laughing at him. They nip his toes, and eat the food that's in his domain. They do this, then they get closer and bolder [Verse 3: Bukshot] Trudging through the badlands, banging on my war-drum Looking at my crystal ball, reading haters fortunes Spitting flames out my mouth, the heat is scorching I got killers down there ride with me Boston to Portland Yeah, these mu'fuckers wanna stare But I don't even care, I smell the murder in the air like Yeah, they like riding take it there Hate the game, not the player Be lurking in my lair I want your blood say pay your debts like a Lannister I need your power, take your soul deplete your stamina Android, Cyborg, dumb enough to die for Disrespect now watch me make you trip and fall on my sword Survive the reckoning, escape the pit and pendulum Hunted with the best of 'em but fuck it I won't mention 'em So follow protocol and know the trap's laid I prayed when you fuck with me you'd have a bad day [Chorus: Bukshot] I don't care if you're offended bitch, or what I might say No faking or pretending, I'mma do it my way It's time to go to sleep up in the bed you had made Bukslap 'em in the face I hope they have a bad day It's a bad day, when I raise up on these trolls in a mad rage Got my hand and never fold, it's a bad day The M.O.B. shit is how I rolled on a rampage Time's up, lock and load [Outro: Christopher Walken (Mike/Poolhall Junkies)] Till one day, that lion gets up and tears the shit out of everybody. Runs like the wind, eats everything in his path. Cause every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals, who he is