SLAINE - Bad Guys lyrics

(Intro) Chinky eyed, Irish alcoholic, I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes (Verse 1: Slaine) Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Chinky eyed, Irish alcoholic, 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 whose sitting next to me Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just to 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 alcoholic, I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Chinky eyed, Irish alcoholic, I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes (Verse 2: 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 verse sturdy Hack these f**in rappers Yeah you nerds heard me Tear the lines and vandalize in your habitat Cruise around Crown Royale in this 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-balled 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) LLLLLikah in my sipping cup, yeah its me with that (?) tux So 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) Perced 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 (Verse 3: 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 Doctor And the Godfather 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 mane Smoke a blue dream with a Crip man Sippin red rose with a Piru You're free man with the low gain Like G-mail What the f** the b**hes If I'm stiff like a mannequin And with Lu Balz, and with 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 Can't abandon ship, this life ship we're going down in it I'm the Captain b**h, immaculate with this rapper sh** John the Baptist backwards 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, get brained up (Outro) Chinky eyed, Irish alcoholic, I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes Chinky eyed, Irish alcoholic, I'm an a**hole Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes