You're something, Unique, you set the demon in me free
And he must feed on bad b**h
Stickin thumbs in em, wrist deep til she faints
And the b**h had betta be about it, it ain't up for debate
Gonna get thaty long dick, b**h ya gon learn today
When I get ta poppin p**y open, you'll think your special, but hey
You ain't nothing, but meat, that's something I need
I fiend, I bleed for bad b**h
But you gotta watch your back when you're f**in with the bad ones
Stick you with a shank up in your neck you tryna to grab one
But only bad b**hes got the p**y imma snack on
I get her back, hit it from the back, gotta have one
(hook)
Them bad b**hes, I see, Them bad b**hes, I need
Them bad b**hes, I keep, Them bad b**hes, I EAT
I just wanna make a mess and I may come of a bit obsessed
When I carve my name up in your chest, but I must confess
I need ya f**in bad, I need ya f**in bad, I need ya so f**in bad
And I ain't got time for empathy, but I'd drive from here to Chesapeake
If it meant you'd drop down to your knees to s** me clean
Goddamn your f**in bad
I see you, I'm watchin, Every move you make I'm there
Got my eyes on lock, got my dick in hand, walkin past you sniffin hair
But in that lies the problem, I ain't seen the product yet
So hike that skirt up a little bit b**h, I'm tryna get ya proper wet
And I'll succeed, I'll make ya scream, s** a think dick b**h, scuffin up knees
Betta pay my fee I never f** for free, I ain't talkin bout the money gotta eat that V
And you look succulent
I'm lost, thinkin about stuff I could stuff you with
Got a hard dick I could f** ya with, gotta big blade I could gut ya with, choices
The voices in my head tellin me to get up in it, fill her up with it
I lick lick, spit on my dick, stick it in, split it
I be keepin the rhythm but I be pushin it deeper
I'll beat our box up like Tyson, and bite you ear
Ooooo you like it? You bad little b**h! How enticing!
Gobble up think nut from my python
But if you think we're done… fu*k THAT
Back it up b**h, spread em open imma take it
When she with me she ain't never have ta fake it
Better get the neck or I might have ta break it
We can take it to the basement, “for what” IDENTITY ERASIN
I've been stackin up bad b**hes 6 feet tall and I'm craving M's in em
They're my b**hes imma claim it
The definition of insane, I am an epitome
I'm every sick thought in your bad b**h mind
When it comes to rhymes I'm on vile mutha f**a
Sever the head of a veteran, point him out I'll make him mine
Anything for a bad b**h, tell me what I gotta do to split the getaway sticks
Gone cut it up, f** it up, throw it in the ditch
And if they ever find the body then I guess I'll plead the fifth then
(hook)
And I might just take your life today, but first gotta f** the pain away
And once I carve my f**in name you know know the game is over, b**h you bad