Ricky Hil, Travie McCoy - Bad lyrics

Limosa Nostra, CT
"I don’t have to tell you things
Are bad everybody knows things are
Bad the dollar buys a nickel’s
Worth banks are going bust
Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter
Punks are running wild in
The street and there’s nobody anywhere
Who seems to know what to do
And there’s no end to it we know the air
Is unfit to breathe and our
Food is unfit to eat
And we sit watching our TVs while
Some local newscaster tells us
That today we had fifteen homicides
And sixty-three violent crimes
As if that’s the way it’s
Supposed to be! We know
Things are bad – worse
Than bad thеy’re crazy"

Bitch I'm bad, no Michael Jack
Morphine tabs, mushroom caps
Lеt her sip straight Jack tic tac
Lyrical practice, strategical tactics
Ima hippie ima activist
Fuck singers, models, actresses
And ima prolly smoke half of this
Or the whole thing
It don't really matter bitch
The sour diesel smell like cat piss
Take a hit, then I do the adlib
I got, I got 2 P's one dream
They got no breeze no lean

My mother said I get too stoned
But, I told her i'd be better off alone
My girl said I get too high
But, I don't care let the time pass me by
Light a blunt for the bad times
All the times when you really
Wish you had the time
Light a blunt for the bad times
(I'm seeing Limos everywhere)
For the times that you really
Wish you had the time

Haha, say hello to the bad guy
Been rotten apple ever since i was small fry
Now I'm a tall guy, you should stay off my
D-IC-K spell it backwards and play
Too damn hype, you damn right, he's that nice
Opposite, slaughter shit like Kurt Vonnegut
In about 4 seconds ima get real mean
That's when my jeans rip
And my skin turns green
I got too many bad habit's
Bring the new Jack back like bad rabbit's
And ima show you just how bad, bad gets
When bad goes from badder to
Baddest we close caskets

"It’s like everything everywhere
Is going crazy
So we don’t go out anymore we sit
In the house, and slowly the world we
Are living in is getting smaller
'Please, at least leave us alone in our
Living rooms let me have my toaster, and my
TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t
Say anything just leave us alone' Well
I’m not gonna leave you alone i
Want you to get mad!"