Pharoahe Monch - Bad M.F. lyrics

[Verse 1:] Totally intoxicated when he drove across the state line Rapper gone insane, story on Dateline Lost his wits, didn't take his meds When they pulled him over, this is what he said I'm a Bad Motherf**er man (shut your mouth) Well we talking about Pharoahe Mashing in that Aston Martin on the Verrazano Narrows Greatest of all time in the latest apparel 80's baby, ladies crave me on some Mercedes sh** Go tell your favorite rapper eat a bag of baby dicks They keep singing the same ol' song I'm a bring 'em the pain for saying the name wrong Got me going insane I'm a ask you again [Bridge:] Who put these pussies on top Putting out that p**y music, call it p**y pop Playing them p**y games, s**er sh** f**ing around but they don't know just who they f**ing with [Hook: x2] I'm a Bad Motherf**er man Universal, worldwide, you know my circle Renegade, on the mic I might just murk you Putting in that work, cause I do work, every verse is a virtue [Verse 2:] The best liar told a lie inside a room full of liars The lie was so exciting that all of the liars admired When the truth walked in the building every liar retired Deception was defeated and deceit became deleted Uh, they mad cause they can't stop me Cause I said f** swag I got moxie Lyrically ecstasy I got that oxy-contin poppin They can't carbon copy or mock me Reign, independent off the books Off the chain off the hinge off the hooks It's not a game, I'm not a rook "Y'all Know The Name", you love the look, listen [Bridge] [Hook]