(Intro)
Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
(Slaine)
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol, I'm an a**hole
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 k**ers 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 b**h who 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 f**s, co*k s**ers 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)
Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
Chinky eyed, Irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
(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 bird sturdy
Had these f**in 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 ma** to match
Hallucinations of satan, b**h this is acid rap
I'm so gone, sh** I'm f**ing faded
Eye ball the ounce, I should've f**in' weighed it
Put some cheese on your head get you f**ing grated
Make a flick with your b**h, (X rated)
LLLLLook it in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that (?) 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
(Hook)
f**ed up drinking out the bottle I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
Perced up, drinkin' out the bottle I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
(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 a**ed out like a fat b**h 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 f** sick 'em on his a**
Then I laugh it up as I feed 'em all
In my postal lunch, sick as f**
I'm deranged, twisted brain
Insane in the membrane
I'm a fly dream on a ship maine
That's a blue dream with a crip mess
Sippin red rose with the pirule
You're free man with the low gain
Like G mail
What the f** the b**hes
If I'm stiff like a mannequin
It went lubed balls, and went andy dick
I can't stand the b**h
Smokin' cannibus, from Los Angeles
With phase up that's fatter than that a** of my Atlanta b**h
Get abandon ship, this life ship going down with it
I'm the captive b**h immaculate with this rapper sh**
Turn about this back wits
How you wack b**h
Baptize the jaw like a baptist
You f**in lain my least slain
See smoke, see the flame
Twin millies it's point blank
Let 'em bang, deep brain
(Outro)
Chinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
Chinky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes