Lyrics Welcome 2 Hell - Bad Meets Evil

Welcome 2 Hell

There’s a switch I flip emotions cut off, so cold I done froze my butt off
And this ain’t even the tip of the iceberg yet, it’s like squirtin' a squirt
gun in the ocean — fuck off!
Other words, I ain’t put a dent in the game compared to the damage I have yet
to do
As long as you still have feelings to hurt, I’ll be around as long as you let
me get to you
As long as I got two balls to palm, I’ll be the bomb you just a false alarm
Get scant little piss ants and see if I don’t come along and stomp your farm
Thunder and lightening, rain hail sleet with a tornado’s the kind of brain
storm I get
So when wind starts blowin', shit talk about goin' in?
Goin insane’s more like
it
Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it, like a disastrous blizzard
So you better listen quick fast or miss it, yeah go ahead little prick bastard
dis it
But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow don’t ask how much of his
passion is it
That goes in, it just know that all he know is, that it’s better to kick ass
than kiss it
Dick Dastardly of audacity, mental capacity unmatched it has to be
Stopped but it can’t be, but man I can’t just keep doin' 'em like that or no
one 'll rap with me
Except one, you ask who is it?
Guess who just came through the blast you bitches?
With the ratchet the book of Mathew, a book of matches lightin' 'em under white
linen
You about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic ask you to spit it
And you got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands, I’m sure they
gonna laugh when you going to the bathroom with it
Now with what, would you come against us better be
Somethin' with a big foot pedigree
Easily these are the reasons that we need to be in ya’ll prayers
Each region breeds the MC’s that wanna be them what means that they wanna
breathe our air
With these ideas
Anybody thinking the game don’t need, the Bad and the Evil regime,
that’s like saying that the Bad Boy Piston team didn’t need Isaiah…
Shit piss and bleed this it’s a different breed of MC’s I swear
Better beware there’s too much at stake and to find someone this raw on a beat
is rare
You can kiss my ass and shit stains out my underwear that I don’t even wear…
It’s gotta' be no fair, it’s like hitting the lottery, oh yeah
Who you know hotta' there gotta' be no pair
Shotty that I got 'ol lobotomy your hair
Classic smash it smother it, read it and weep then perhabs you will have no
rebuttal in
Fact you seein' me in this rappin' is like sayin' Tlla Tequila can sing like
Jazmine Sullivan
Back to bash your skull again
Push a bitch out the Aspen and tell her «get the fuck outta dodge"(Dodge Aspen)
Shouldn’t have to explain my metaphors you has beens are duller than
Color books that ain’t colored in, second and third fourth wind got another wind
Here they come again, none other than Bad and Evil also known as Saddam and
Osama Bin
It’s been a long time but I bet that neither one of us have felt sicker than we
do right known
And we only get iller with time me, and Nickel fuckin' shit up on a dime,
so telliin' us to pipe down’s
Like talkin' to a meth head, Bruce Willis on his death bed last breath with an
infection
Fightin' it while he’s watchin' internet porn 'bout to meet his death with an
errection
My God, what I mean is David Carradine jackin' his penis in front of his tripod
Chokin' his own neck, what part you don’t get?
I’m sayin' I die hard!
When you listening to my bars, nothing but the f-ir-
E, coming out your iPod, we come up in the place chicks heads start spinnin'
like motherfuckin' white walls
Gotch your mother suckin' my balls, while we fuck each other, we punch each
other in the eyeballs
And I never I’m sor-ry
The 5'9 and the fire Marshall, we spit with an intensity to shut shit down
In the industry two different entities with a propensity to put these n-u-t's
up inside of your fuckin' mouth… Aw shit.
Stop it.
Yo, Welcome to the CD.