Adam WarRock - Big Bad Man lyrics

[Verse 1] Fake gangsta no thanks ta Our mommy raised him since those early days Back when Santa brought him all his presents He got a toy gun for Christmas Point it at his sister (what?) They just dismissed it Boys will be boys Cowboys and indians Call of Duty score risin' up into the millions He got headshots splattered to the heavens Washed like water off the brain in a second He's getting older now so now he's bumping weight A time to make the football team, life's feelin' great He threw a touchdown, praise be to Jesus State champions rolling three deep in the beamer So when you mess with him, it didn't matter Cause he's bigger and he's badder And if he isn't then he's got the steel Right by his nightstand all days Pointed at the mirror What you seeing there always [Hook] Big bad man with a gun in his hand With an itchy trigger finger don't be testing him man Big bad man with a gun in his hand You don't understand yo yeah [Verse 2] Skinny kid girls laughed when they saw him And the anger grew deep inside the places that's darkest The light never shined cept the flicker of the screen Posted up on 4chan they know what he means Drew sketches of the bullies that took his lunch money Red sharpies represent the blood running The therapists they try, and parents couldn't help Cause inside that child couldn't see a bit of himself Psychopath, Damian, omen child Dressed all in black only stayed in his domicile Up in his room watched the clock tick seconds by Father kept a gun loaded made him wonder why Sick and tired twisted inside just to decide Who's life he'd take first: theirs or mine They used to laugh at the skinny little dude But now when they see me got a different attitude [Hook] Big bad man with a gun in his hand With an itchy trigger finger don't be testing him man Big bad man with a gun in his hand You don't understand yo yeah [Verse 3] Model citizen wanted to do his part Went to private school every night prayed to God Dreamed that one day, he'd keep the people safe With a badge up on his chest And a uniform the same as every other one Did his best to make it in this cold, cold world Beat across the tracks as the popo first And each perp spit in his face And the people used to scream and yell Bright flashing lights meant A different kind of thing to them Hate it grew thicker The love it grew rotten The duty it grew sicker The badge it meant nothin' He walked his beat and hara**ed the kids with dark skin Hated them for representin' what he grew to despise And at the crawl saw a shadowy figure Had the piece point blank Told him not to move a finger Not even sure if the trigger even slipped Serve and protect the second amendment [Hook] He's just a big bad man with a gun in his hand With an itchy trigger finger don't be testing him man Big bad man with a gun in his hand You don't understand What