Bad Guy - Slaine

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