SLAINE - Bad Guy (feat. Millyz & Smoke Bulga aka Donn Lennon) lyrics

(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