Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just That Bad , by - MolemenRelease date: 12.10.2004
Song language: English
Just That Bad |
| If you got the balls do me |
| Fasten cars to me, punchlines are so puny |
| Since y’all knew me, I been deep like Paul Mooney |
| I might show up so get a hearse |
| Ain’t no nigga worse, stab me when I kick a verse, mic’s blow up |
| Like a nuclear blast, you see a flash that melt ya |
| Fallout shelter can’t help ya ass |
| I still |
| Flow the same, put a pro to shame |
| Lyrics blow your brain need Novacane when I build |
| You rewind tapes cause ever line’s great |
| I outshine fakes till my mind stays up like the crime rate |
| Rappers today bite and pray nights |
| Wishing that they bright or say hype rhymes their mind’s assaulted mics |
| Anonymous |
| Rappers be trying to fuss, «He's outshining us.» |
| Rhymes I bust, have you laid up like patients who take on a bus |
| I’m a sweet lover |
| But don’t sleep brother |
| When I creep motherfuckers take deep cover, with each other |
| I bury men |
| My flow have to bury with vocabulary so no adversary win |
| Will’s telling me, for real, fellas be still jealing me |
| Cutie’s making booty calls like Bill Bellamy |
| Hoes are hot |
| Foes are shot down, but the flows I got |
| Clubs close a lot, cause I blows the spot |
| Fucking threat ya heard nothing yet |
| No need for bucking tec’s for rappers to duck and fret or up and jet |
| Bustas and marks are first to die when I spark the verse |
| Park a hearse for those that started with Perc- |
| -ee P, he be burning dicks like V. D |
| Only way you can see me is on T. V |
| Legs are spread like newlyweds in sheds I dead what’s said |
| Since putting heads to bed then fled from FEDS |
| Yo' hoe ass got a vendetta cause I always been better |
| A trendsetter, fans send letters to me instead of yo' ass |
| I came down to shame clowns kicking my same sound |
| I’mma reign now, if y’all ain’t fix, split a James Brown |
| I’m the poet who’s rhyme was quoted |
| Lines are loaded, shine then coated befo' they flowin' |
| Showing signs I wrote it |
| I outta auction these, style cost some G’s |
| Challenger’s eyes make tears like the Force MD’s |
| Percee P that’s me I gets nasty |
| Rugged, flashy, pass me the mic it’s your ass G |
| What I make wreck’s tape decks |
| At my apex packing latex for safe sex |
| From chickens tricking pay checks |
| Killing ya |
| Filling ya with rhymes similar to bullets in the cylinder of a Dillinger |
| Spilling your brains out |
| I’ll blast ya later |
| You’re reading essay’s on me the next day like JFK’s assassinator |
| Nobody |
| Ever went to represent it’s evident why you hesitant |
| Cause I’ll take every cent and your hottie |