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slaine – bad guys lyrics

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(intro)
ch-nky eyed, irish alcoholic, i’m an -ssh0l-
someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes

(verse 1: slaine)
someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
ch-nky eyed, irish alcoholic, i’m an -ssh0l-
taken off the street right from the bas-m-nt 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 k!llers 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 d-ck hard from the b-tch whose sitting next to me
listen pig i buy and sell you tell you just to let me be
you can lock me up i got a lawyer who can set me free
real funny, stupid f-cks, c-ck 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 cold hearted
i’m so smart that i act dumb

(hook)
ch-nky eyed, irish alcoholic, i’m an -ssh0l-
someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
ch-nky eyed, irish alcoholic, i’m an -ssh0l-
someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes

(verse 2: millyz)
bad guy… look…
thirty perc 30’s, on alert early
riding filthy, so filthy i get dirt dirty
get the burr birdy
flip the verse st-rdy
hack these f-ckin rappers
yeah you nerds heard me
tear the lines and vandalize in your habitat
cruise around crown royale in this cadillac
black boots, black brim with the m-ss(?) to match
hallucinations of satan, b-tch this is acid rap
i’m so gone, sh-t i’m f-cking faded
eye-balled the ounce, i should’ve f-ckin’ weighed it
put some cheese on your head get you f-cking grated
make a fl!ck with your b-tch, (x rated)
lllllikah in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that (?) tux
so miss me with that sissy stuff
tipsy getting p-ssy put that milli right in milly gut
i came up doing risky stuff, i risk my life for 50 bucks

(hook)
perced up drinking out the bottle, i’m an -ssh0l-
someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
perced up, drinkin’ out the bottle, i’m an -ssh0l-
someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes

(verse 3: smoke bulga aka donn lennon)
i’m the bad guy, the black guy with the black gun
when i black out with the mac out
somebody -ssed out like a fat b-tch in the g string
it’s a g thing like the doctor
and the godfather freed my dogs on
gun powder call peter up i don’t give a f-ck sick ’em on his -ss
then i laugh it up as i feed ’em all
in my postal lunch, sick as f-ck
i’m deranged, twisted brain
insane in the membrane
i’m a fly dream on a ship mane
smoke a blue dream with a crip man
sippin red rose with a piru
you’re free man with the low gain
like g-mail
what the f-ck the b-tches
if i’m stiff like a mannequin
and with lu balz, and with andy d-ck
i can’t stand the b-tch
smokin’ cannibus, from los angeles
with phase up that’s fatter than that -ss of my atlanta b-tch
can’t abandon ship, this life ship we’re going down in it
i’m the captain b-tch, immaculate with this rapper sh-t
john the baptist backwards
how you wack b-tch
baptize the jaw like a baptist
you f-ckin lain my least slain
see smoke, see the flame
twin millies it’s point blank
let ’em bang, get brained up
(outro)
ch-nky eyed, irish alcoholic, i’m an -ssh0l-
someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
ch-nky eyed, irish alcoholic, i’m an -ssh0l-
someone’s gotta be the bad guy in black clothes