Hell: The Sequel, 4 minutes
Bad Meets Evil
Yeah, Bad and Evil is (back)
We bout to get into a tail of gunner that details the dungeon
This is the pale moon illuminates the hail and thundering
Oh once again where I fail from blundering
Shady lifted his wing than I fell from under it
Now I'm free fallin'
My career is gone and the weed callin'
Regardless of who's fault I was b-ballin'
God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth
Marshall double backed and got me from on top of the hearse
I'm alive nigga, Justin T ain't got nothing on me
Cause I done cried Mary J Blige rivers
I realized that God's with us as soon as I decided
To put that bottle down and pick up my tie bridges
The writings on the wall
Since niggas seen me at the baseball game with Shady and Jay-Z
Suddenly everybody calls
"Like I'm just checking on you dog"
While I throw up this message on the star
When them bottles stop poppin'
And them dollars start stopping
Do what you did to get it and don't stop (don't stop)
I made a promise to my momma
I'mma out live her
How can I be a quitter when haters dont stop (dont stop)
I'm living proof nigga
Its pretty safe to say
God giveth and God taketh away
Its the Worldwide American way
I'm living proof nigga
Your body language is sayin' your confidence is gone
Well pick ya ass up lil homie, come on
You just gone sit there and take it or make em suck it
Tell em where to shove it straight up,
You gon' make love to the world or you gon' fuck it?
The last time the light kicked me in the ass
I pulled down it's pants and put a foot up its ass
Man what a catastrophe it'd be for me to be a bitch ass pussy
And not open a can of whoop ass
Did ya piss ass whoop me will be the day I say I ain't poop
Shit, the day that I don't straight shoot
I'll drop out of my anti-women hate group
Say I'm a sissy faggot, record it play it back and put it on straight loop
You haters look like you ate a grape fruit
You see me climbing back on that wagon
Got my swagga back I was dragging, hop back on it
Grab the reigns on that bastard and came back on em
Without remorse man
Man of course I'm a one trick pony
Cause I'll be screaming on these whores till I'm hoarse!
Nah I ain't fading yet
I'd rather stay and rap
I mighta made a deck
I find excitement in wondering what I'mma write next
So I don't stay in debt
You might as well cut the embryo out my momma and play catch with the baby
With AK's with baby bayonet's
I'mma get rich or I'mma die trying
That's why its either kill or be killed
So call me suicide homicide Ryan
There's a bomb inside my head
I'mma live wire, I am on the edge
Teetering on it like I tore the iron mike
Get on a nut like a tire iron
I have no desire stopping so why would I drop and roll
That's how much on fire I am
Rappers are fun and I'm the time cause I'm just flying by 'em
Man I'm laughing at 'em the entire time, why am I up?
Cause tribulations I have triumphed bitch I'm fired up
So it's time for me to slit your fucking lighter, light the sky up
Written by MATHERS, MARSHALL B. III / MONTGOMERY, RYAN D. / BROWN, JAMES / PORTER, DENAUN M. / MERZIN, ALEXANDER
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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