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c4 crotona - bad newz lyrics

yeah
uh
i like how this feel (i do)
for real
look
let’s talk to em

[verse 1: c4 crotona]
satan is the chef in h+ll’s kitchen
pasta sh+lls spillin ragu

from a place where preachers like a taboo
to those who only read the bible
to find a verse to wear for a tattoo
them cats knew
he ain’t just waving, it rat a tat too
got stuck in a trap
leg snapped caught in the rat glue
thug was lying harder with a sole the size of shaq’s shoes
them ten toes on the concrete
now he a statue
the plan’s to detach you
from whoever you attached to
the fact’s you
been under attack by the men in black who
let it flash then dash quicker than delivering fast food
if they putting money on your head just know that cash rules
that’s why i cover my bros in prayer
my back bruised
and blow the shofar like jazz blues
the gospel is the good news to whoever wants to receive it
to those who reject it
it turns into bad news
[chorus: c4 crotona]
it gets bad where i’m from
it gets bad where i’m from
crooked cop blasting the guns
grab the hand of the son
smiles turn sad where i’m from
repent believe the gospel if you don’t then it turns into
bad news bad news bad news
it turns into
bad news bad news bad news

[verse 2: c4 crotona]
i approach the throne boldly
in a war manner
these kids need more manners
they hungry walking in the desert
they need more manna
if you want chatter your jaw shatter
the cats and dogs scatter
the worst mixture is a large gun
paired with a small bladder
they try to throw thor’s hammer, uh
but i’m hard as nails
i’ve never been to harvard, yale
but i should get college credits for surviving these horrors
sail down to nineveh
or get sucked into a whale shark and well..
those awful smells
worst part of jail
your frail heart’ll fail
pull the wool from your eyes
look to the skies to the one who rips apart the veil
demon size of new york city rats
they tell the tallest tails
it’s urgent
you flee from the serpent
you’re meant for larger scales
so get to know your dad and brag you can boast in him
when i needed a boost i got close to him
my bible made of cobra skin
folks with the holy ghost are supposed to win
remember being broken and sold to sin
and my soul ascends
[chorus: c4 crotona]
it gets bad where i’m from
it gets bad where i’m from
crooked cop blasting the guns
grab the hand of the son
smiles turn sad where i’m from
repent believe the gospel if you don’t then it turns into
bad news bad news bad news
it turns into
bad news bad news bad news

yeah
it gets bad where i’m from
for real
this life is temporary
that’s why every song every line every bar
is warning you and warning you and warning you
repent and believe the gospel bro
call upon his name
you tough right?

yeah

- c4 crotona lyrics

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