Bad Guy

Lyrics

[Intro: Slaine] Chinky eyed, Irish alcoholic I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes [Verse 1: Slaine] Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Chinky eyed, Irish alcoholic, I'm an asshole Taken off the street right from the basement to the castle From the rap flow I was stuck but now I'm wasted international I'm all about the cash flow, you can look at how I get it Poppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic I'm a crook, yeah I'm pathetic, I keep pushing till I get it Got the pedal to the metal I ain't looking where I'm headed Cops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV They got their dick hard from the bitch who's sitting next to me Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be You can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free Real funny, stupid fucks, cock suckers wanna steal from me I made a fire, never played guitars Spit my rhymes and made my bail money Speak the truth don't tell no lies, I never talk wit' a black tongue I'm no model but I'm coldhearted, I'm so smart that I act dumb [Chorus: Slaine] Chinky eyed, Irish alcoholic, I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Chinky eyed, Irish alcoholic, I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes [Verse 2: Millyz] Bad Guy... Look... Thirty Perc 30's, on alert early Riding filthy, so filthy I get dirt dirty Get the burr birdy, flip the bird sturdy Had these fuckin rappers, yeah you nerds heard me Tear the lines and vandalize in your habitat Cruise around crown royal in his Cadillac Black boots, black brim with the mass to match Hallucinations of Satan, bitch this is acid rap I'm so gone, yeah I'm fucking faded Eye ball the ounce, I should've fuckin' weighed it Put some cheese on your head get you fuckin' grated Make a flick with your bitch, (X rated) LLLLLook it in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that blicky(?) tux Don't miss me with that sissy stuff Tipsy getting pissy put that milli right in milly gut I came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks [Chorus: Slaine] Perc'd up drinking out the bottle I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Perc'd up drinking out the bottle I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes [Verse 3: Smoke Bulga aka Donn Lennon] I'm the bad guy, the black guy with the black gun When I black out with the mac out Somebody assed out like a fat bitch in the G string It's a G thing like the Dr And the dough, father freed my dogs on Gun powder call Peter up I don't give a fuck sic 'em on his ass Then I laugh it up as I feed 'em all to my pups for lunch Sick as fuck, I'm deranged, twisted brain, insane in the membrane I'm a fly dreams on the ship maine Smokin' Blue Dream with a Crip maine Sippin' Red Rose with the pirule You're free man, with the Logan, like Gmail Well I fuck the bitch if I'm stiff like a mannequin It went lubed balls, and went Andy Dick I can't stand the bitch, smokin' cannabis from Los Angeles Let's blaze up that's fatter than that ass of my Atlanta bitch Get abandon ship, this life ship going down with it I'm the Captain, bitch immaculate with this rapper shit Turn about this back wits How you wack bitch Baptize the jaw like a Baptist You fuckin lame, my least slain See the smoke, see the flame Twin millies it's point blank Let 'em bang, dick brain [Chorus: Slaine] Chinky eyed, Irish alcoholic, I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Chinky eyed, Irish alcoholic, I'm an asshole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes