Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Guy , by - Slaine. Song from the album The Boston Project, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.04.2013
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Bad Guy |
| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole |
| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol, I’m an asshole |
| Taken off the street right from the basement to the castle |
| From the rap flow I was stuck but now I’m wasted international |
| I’m all about the cash flow, you can look at how I get it |
| Poppin' pain killers like a crooked paramedic |
| I’m a crook, yeah I’m pathetic, I keep pushing till I get it |
| Got the pedal to the metal I ain’t looking where I’m headed |
| Cops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV |
| They got their dick hard from the bitch who’s sitting next to me |
| Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be |
| You can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free |
| Real funny, stupid fucks, cock suckers wanna steal from me |
| I made a fire, never played guitars |
| Spit my rhymes and made my bail money |
| Speak the truth don’t tell no lies, I never talk wit' a black tongue |
| I’m no model but I’m coldhearted, I’m so smart that I act dumb |
| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole |
| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole |
| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
| Bad Guy… Look… |
| Thirty Perc 30's, on alert early |
| Riding filthy, so filthy I get dirt dirty |
| Get the burr birdy, flip the bird sturdy |
| Had these fuckin rappers, yeah you nerds heard me |
| Tear the lines and vandalize in your habitat |
| Cruise around crown royal in his Cadillac |
| Black boots, black brim with the mass to match |
| Hallucinations of Satan, bitch this is acid rap |
| I’m so gone, yeah I’m fucking faded |
| Eye ball the ounce, I should’ve fuckin' weighed it |
| Put some cheese on your head get you fuckin' grated |
| Make a flick with your bitch (X rated) |
| Look it in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that blicky tux |
| Don’t miss me with that sissy stuff |
| Tipsy getting pissy put that milli right in milly gut |
| I came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks |
| Perc’d up drinking out the bottle I’m an asshole |
| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
| Perc’d up drinking out the bottle I’m an asshole |
| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
| I’m the bad guy, the black guy with the black gun |
| When I black out with the mac out |
| Somebody assed out like a fat bitch in the G string |
| It’s a G thing like the Dr |
| And the dough, father freed my dogs on |
| Gun powder call Peter up I don’t give a fuck sic 'em on his ass |
| Then I laugh it up as I feed 'em all to my pups for lunch |
| Sick as fuck, I’m deranged, twisted brain, insane in the membrane |
| I’m a fly dreams on the ship maine |
| Smokin' Blue Dream with a Crip maine |
| Sippin' Red Rose with the pirule |
| You’re free man, with the Logan, like Gmail |
| Well I fuck the bitch if I’m stiff like a mannequin |
| It went lubed balls, and went Andy Dick |
| I can’t stand the bitch, smokin' cannabis from Los Angeles |
| Let’s blaze up that’s fatter than that ass of my Atlanta bitch |
| Get abandon ship, this life ship going down with it |
| I’m the Captain, bitch immaculate with this rapper shit |
| Turn about this back wits |
| How you wack bitch |
| Baptize the jaw like a baptist |
| You fuckin lame, my least slain |
| See the smoke, see the flame |
| Twin millies it’s point blank |
| Let 'em bang, dick brain |
| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole |
| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |
| Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I’m an asshole |
| Someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes |