Redman - I'm A Bad lyrics

I get mad wicked (f** around) and catch a bad one by the funker I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with archie bunker Cause my brain is twisted, so i co*k the biscuit Cause sh**'s thick, some say i'ma ba*tard of a swift b**h Negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro To make you _fear_ me like _cape_ without robert deniro You big p**y, so funky that you have to douche me You can't hear me then my record label didn't push me I know i'm sayin f** too many times in my rhymes But if i wasn't bad, i wouldn't freak it in the line But it don't seems to matter cause my sh** get fatter and fatter I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya How does it feel with the face full of funk With the ba** in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt I puff, i never got snuffed, bust while i dust your monkey Ass off then i just crush on the hush hush So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter Ask the brothers (why?) cause i'm bad (word to mothers) "i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x) "i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed" "i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x) "i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed" Yo yo, check this out This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk p**y motherf**ers Just to show y'all i do what the f** i wanna do I want y'all to check this on the real And yo, check this out [fast ba** beat drops in] Shake it! c'mon shake it! c'mon shake it! c'mon shake it! Wha**up now? wha**up now? wha**up now? wha**up now? Whattup now? hahahahah (yo red, c'mon, get back to the track man, i wanna get out of here!) Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out Flexy i'm s**y when i'm standin in my drawers If you can't check me when i'm rappin, put the tape on pause And listen to the incredible sh** that i kick my man Give me five on the backhand then stick Your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick Cause my lip get to the point, to still rock the fly sh** Since you're holding your breath, i hold my j**els I swing hardcore, so i walk, holdin my tools The original p-funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk g I been this way every since nine months So get down while i rip the raps from my lips cause My sh**'s more deep, than any tape from enigma The gettin nice, thinkin k**er brother who pop trash Basic instinct -- i'm a shoot us and they got blasted Much a** i kick, groove to the master mix My song still pumps when it's not even mastered, b**h! My sh**'s very chronic so rewind it Cause it's like.. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic! Cause i'm a wild and crazy guy! no lie! Last brother to battle me i started pissin in his eye I'm bad, word to mother to the motherf**in hubbard Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't And if you still don't under-f**in-stand where i'm comin from Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from! "i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x) "i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed" "i'm a bad.." "yo word to the mother" (3x) "i'm a bad.." "bad bad, and a wicked in bed"