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d 12 – it’s all bad lyrics

it’s all bad, you’re all bad, we’re all baaaaad
it’s all bad, you’re all baaaaad
it’s all bad, we’re all baaaaad

aimlessly mad, shamelessly bad, blatantly blast
heiness and mad just your average snake in the gr-ss
ache in the -ss, jack a ????? and do his task
jeffery pheiffer got my ???? to kill these old bags
[but why the temper mister?] b-tch don’t make me whip yo -ss
don’t ask me nuthin, or i’m a make these knuckles br-ss
bust yo -ss and leave you layin in the streets screamin
slowly diein while yo b-tch is tryin to stop the bleedin [help]
i shot the sherrif [yeah] he should of left me speedin
but now he’s not breathin, and i’m still speedin
lost control, hit a pole, and i’m still speedin
p-ssed the yield, crash the steel with my grill beatin
[aren’t you married bugz?] so what b-tch, i’m still cheatin
cause when she ain’t given p-ssy, i’m out thrill seekin
like yesterday i bought a bag from a real deacon
left when he started preachin just to freak this puerto rican
i’m a deliquent with my picture hangin at the precint
for stickin up the same deacon each and every weekend
why the patrick speakin? bugz you be tweakin
why you throw up herman keefer when yo d-ck bleedin

wanted in nashville for two girls that i killed
10 vicodin pills and watch bizarre kid get ill
killing b-tch -ss n-gg-s in the worst way
why you tellin’ n-gg-s we beefin’ b-tch your funeral was last thursday
you dont wanna f-ck around with the wrong fools
your little nieces and nefues will never see a day in pre-school
your family reunion? n-gg- i’m to blame
cause i’m blasting n-gg-s in carparks with your same last name
tearing n-gg-s out their frame, that’s why we still trippin’
the crews like the underdog we gotta search for the n-gg-s that be sniffin’
the first n-gg- to start will catch two in the heart
leave y’all n-gg-s open like the 24 hour k-mart
what ever you n-gg-s want its how i make my mail
we like telemarketers, we always got something to sell
i hate cops, that’s why i blew up donut shops
who wanna f-ck with bizarre and bugz in this world of hiphop

about this cop that was dead
when i was young i was dropped on the head
and barely fed and when i was it was out of a keg
i grew up ugly smackin teachers upside of the head
and caught a flash when t. stuckey got shot in the leg
i took the gun and beat the officer until he bled
ate his donuts, drank his coffee up and then i fled
in the police car, and made the hooker give me head
bust a nut and drove the vehicle up off the ledge
full steam of head, journeys of the living dead
now i’m a sinner, that’s evident isn’t it
the time for a n-gg- to f-ck on for imprisonment
i’ll kill the judge with the gavel that he sentenced
a crook ????? who got his own anthem
raised rowdy, iller than a temper tantrum
a plain stupid, ignorant sub-human
-sshole, who ???? at his own union
one-two’in the kind of sh-t to leave you ruined
f-ck what you in, and get ya d-mn face blew in


hey bugz, remember that b-tch we raped on the beach?
don’t worry, johnny something will have us out in a week
but just incase, n-gg-, that we get arrested
don’t tell ’em sh-t about the 5-year-old boy that i molested
i confessed it, i was giving the n-gg-s cpr cause he said he’s chest was congested
cause i think i got aids and i need to be tested
“man, you can’t be telling me that your -ss is infected”


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