Child] Yo, ay I ain't foreign man, you call me Norrin Radd Most of these new rappers suck but most of them they aren't bad Madchild like Kid Cudi, he
down with Malik symoblic To the mind of word that's Islamic the killer force As I deposit dealin' with logic I keep my brain on cock it don't stop Bad
, you're going crazy) in the background Why the negative vibes and why people take bribes I don't understand it yo, I don't know Why the bad people
your fuckin' heart out your chest You see I'm quick to let the hammer go click On my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine Fool it's your bad time Feel the
your fuckin' heart out your chest You see I'm quick to let the hammer go, click On my Tec-nine, so if you try to wreck mine, fool, it's your bad time
the rap game got me, hold up Here we go again Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money, all on timbs And the bad *** all on him 'Cause the
understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel? When everythin? goes wrong, you see some bad
If it's not with you There is no thing that makes wanna settle down I thought it was a bad cough But never knew how much illusions hide a torture Lonesome
's not the logic It's not the questions Third degree It's not acceptance No, it's not defiance It's the silence It's the silence Fear of the unknown Is bad
mean but I don't mean what I say Well, well, it's fine out Well, well, what do I say I've never seen a bad day look quite this way And well, well, what
This is for you, and you And you, and you Now I came up with little bad ass yea gas, to never had ass yea gas Slept and ate with our peeps but we let
Doesn?t necessarily make you a bad person either But the characteristics for heading into bad?s way, ha ha ha But since I am human, I am good and bad
e-mail addressing I defy, any and all attempts at logic Gray matter material formulate engineering solids ? truck the vat scientific frontage off of science? [el-p] Every bloodline is tainted, signifying malignant raps Who with bad
a lyrical puddle you walk by and slip in it down load my crack i have you beggin 10 bo to ya knee caps thats how I'm boot leggin if you want it that bad
move, try to assist it Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical How you figure God, what,
My heart is hangin' on every word you say Right now all logic's stripped away It doesn't analyze your sincerity It only listens and believes Don't whisper
be. Honesty to you is arbitrary. Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir. Shallow, empty inside. Sly-witted and full of snide. Bad times, now they must