Fuzz Scoota - Who's Bad (Original) lyrics

Who's bad? [x9] I wake up in the morning like “where's my chrome at?” Roll a joint, smack my ma “b**h, where the phone at?” Criticize your rhymes, b**h get your own rap I hone gats that'll leave your mind blown back Thinkin you a man because you rent your own shack I roam mad spots where you can get your bone scratched It's a known fact, I rip chromosomes black Remember motherf**er I know where your home's at I throw you off a building, watch your f**in dome splat You sound sh**ty, I take these f**in microphones back You're all alone black In fact: your mind I own that Whereabouts catch me at the honeycomb shack Hoes be getting mad cause I don't phone back The whole clique is soft like f**in foam wax Where's Mrs. Jones at, we have to have a loan chat Where my comb at, I f**ing pick my own act Who's bad? [x6] Fuzz Scoota, always rip cliques Motherf**er I'm guaranteed to always rip sh** Slicker then a pimp with a perm checkin dipsticks See me on the street and get your sh** split quick I get bucked wild like I'm ill inflicted Hit pricks cause robbin n***as is how I get sh** Tell your momma fuzz ain't the one to pick with sh**'s thick, I kick it with f**in misfits Rip sh**, then I kick it with Ms. Tits She gets mad because Fuzz don't lick clits b**h keep talking and you gon get your lip split Write my name on your bu*tcheeks with lipstick n***as overreacting cause we play snippets Knitwit, when this sh** comes out, go and get it Smoking weed insane, you know we're with Slick Rick Lorena Bobbitt's on my team and she'll chop dick quick Who's bad? [x9] Check the chorus, motherf**er I ain't bad d**h in your family, cause n***a yo you rhyme sad Your momma die? Motherf**er I'm glad I'm on the type of sh** to make you trash your rhyme pad Where you find that, better yet you mind that Fuzz Scoota that n***a that be makin dimes fast Found ten dollars so I'm a get a dime sack Not a motherf**er that can tell you I'm whack Swine's back where the crime's at, I'm at My foot in your face like you wanna shoe shine that Tell these motherf**ers on your block that i'm back Even men like Christopher Reeves gonna get their spine cracked Miss something? Motherf**er rewind back Baseheads tryin to get at me, cause I'm crack Playin for keeps I won't give your mind back Hey b**h, tell me where the food stamp line's at