Bad Meets Evil - All I Think About lyrics

From the moment I go to bed 'til 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 realest in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livin'
I'mma 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
Off 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 bored with this?
You’re slipping into a funk
I just become morbid
And more self-absorbed in my own world
Everyone orbit's 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 bitch, I'm Shredder
So you 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 trunk shortage
B-b-b-b 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 'til I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby
(Oh, yeah) so I go straight at 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 that 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 you
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
In kung fu, protect your neck and

Respect the gun rule
Read in the Art of War book by 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 hook
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
Now me 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 lyin' 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 'til I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby
(Oh, yeah) so I go straight at opponent's
Heads with this anger
Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about
Baby (Oh, yeah)

Back then hoes didn't want him
Now the black Benz all hittin' corners
My spectacular vernacular
I spit like giving Ex-Lax to 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
Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how
These birds are flipping
A time bomb with a nervous tick
Another murder victim
I flirted with them first
And brrr stick ‘em, i'd burn up if I try to
Step foot inside a Church's Chicken
Chka Wanna chka make 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 Natalee 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 like to fuck it switch subjects
Moving on to the next one it's 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
Getting ready for my past life
I’m the real deal

Like Holyfield
Think you irreplaceable? Bite it
(That’s overkill) 'Til 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 still
Like an old closed snowmobile
And no feeling but so jovial
But don’t be one of those who
Mistake me for a joke, i'm so for real
It’s what I told the phony 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 throw pillows, soap brillos
Finished my goat milk then
Smoke billows I lit up ah, fuck it!