Slaine - Bad Man lyrics
[Slaine - Bad Man lyrics]
All the cards on the table
And the liquor is out
I'm the one that was argued
And was bickered about
Should we be letting him in
Or be kicking him out? I'll tell you what
All of you can get a dick in your mouth
I came a long way with the door slammed shut
In my face and the rules
Being changed for my case
Always getting funny looks and stares
Cause of my race so this turn of events made
Me bug out in tapes
I started pressing with the pen harder
Even got an in outta being an outsider
And beat it like a pinata
How the fuck can I listen to
The chatter and the yada yada?
Had I done that would have not a not a thing
Maybe strum a guitar, just learn how to sing
Or keep my mouth shut and let it sting (no)
That's why I act so adversarial cause
When you have it like I have it
They want bad to bury you flip the script
Have you looking mushy like a pussy
Cause you only get respect if
You strike and strike swiftly
And those ain't the rules to rap, rookie
That goes for the streets too
You can't act but actually
Gotta be that bully with
Macs and black skullies
And a whole pack of dogs at
Your back if you rap gully
I got the real shit, my team is strong
I can lean on and be
The one they're leaning on
Y'all probably would've stopped me
If you coulda (by now)
If you ever had the chance to you woulda
But, I'm a bad man, never was a do-gooder
Yeah I'm a bad man, I never was a do-gooder
Before I didn't have a crutch to lean on
I was stuck on stupid I was
Just a fiend on drugs
Now they love all my fucked up theme songs
They come closer trying to touch the phenom
On his way up beyond the glammer, glitz
And the neon camera clicks
Chicks with big tit's to be on our dicks
I ain't lying, it happens that rapidly
I was chasing after her now
She's chasing after me
But how come I ain't rich like Master P?
Let me rhyme and let him rhyme after me
I'm the rapper with the
Voice making mad noise
Doctors looked and said he's gonna
Be a bad boy
I'm a bad man from the trash can
With a butterfly knife and a fast hand
I just be on the creep be
Crawling in the grass gram
So tell me who the fuck can
Stand with the last man
Y'all probably would've stopped me
If you coulda (by now)
If you ever had the chance to you woulda
But, I'm a bad man, never was a do-gooder
Yeah I'm a bad man, I never was a do-gooder
And the liquor is out
I'm the one that was argued
And was bickered about
Should we be letting him in
Or be kicking him out? I'll tell you what
All of you can get a dick in your mouth
I came a long way with the door slammed shut
In my face and the rules
Being changed for my case
Always getting funny looks and stares
Cause of my race so this turn of events made
Me bug out in tapes
I started pressing with the pen harder
Even got an in outta being an outsider
And beat it like a pinata
How the fuck can I listen to
The chatter and the yada yada?
Had I done that would have not a not a thing
Maybe strum a guitar, just learn how to sing
Or keep my mouth shut and let it sting (no)
That's why I act so adversarial cause
When you have it like I have it
They want bad to bury you flip the script
Have you looking mushy like a pussy
Cause you only get respect if
You strike and strike swiftly
And those ain't the rules to rap, rookie
That goes for the streets too
You can't act but actually
Gotta be that bully with
Macs and black skullies
And a whole pack of dogs at
Your back if you rap gully
I got the real shit, my team is strong
I can lean on and be
The one they're leaning on
Y'all probably would've stopped me
If you coulda (by now)
If you ever had the chance to you woulda
But, I'm a bad man, never was a do-gooder
Yeah I'm a bad man, I never was a do-gooder
Before I didn't have a crutch to lean on
I was stuck on stupid I was
Just a fiend on drugs
Now they love all my fucked up theme songs
They come closer trying to touch the phenom
On his way up beyond the glammer, glitz
And the neon camera clicks
Chicks with big tit's to be on our dicks
I ain't lying, it happens that rapidly
I was chasing after her now
She's chasing after me
But how come I ain't rich like Master P?
Let me rhyme and let him rhyme after me
I'm the rapper with the
Voice making mad noise
Doctors looked and said he's gonna
Be a bad boy
I'm a bad man from the trash can
With a butterfly knife and a fast hand
I just be on the creep be
Crawling in the grass gram
So tell me who the fuck can
Stand with the last man
Y'all probably would've stopped me
If you coulda (by now)
If you ever had the chance to you woulda
But, I'm a bad man, never was a do-gooder
Yeah I'm a bad man, I never was a do-gooder