All I Think About (Explicit) - Bad Meets Evil

From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up

All day this is all I can think about baby oh yeah

So I go straight at opponents' heads with this anger

Always cause this is all I can think about baby oh yeah

The chopper got about fifty bullets

Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you

I'm the realist in the biz how you livin'

Cause you can get it how you live

And while you livid I'm a say my pull out game is so real

I still get rid of kids now that's ill

The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles

Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you

I don't fake mine I do this the fair way

Snitches get stitches blown away and left on display

Hung by the grapevine I just kicked a chair away

Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar

My microphone and ak-47 that's my new guitar

I don't belong to you and I don't care who you are

Yeah you sold a couple records got a couple joints

Got a few jordans three four pairs of louboutins

That's besides the point like a shootin' guard

Ni**a I'm a rockstar

With whoopin' cough

I am sick George clooney wit' a Uzi

What kind of a movie star

Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he's hard

F**k you doin' you retard

Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin' dog

You swear I knew where the roofies are

The way I ** a b**ch through the yard

Stuffed little Susie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred

Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar

So what you so blunt for

Did you f**kin' fall off chump or did you jump

Or did you just become more

Been into a funk I just become morbid

And more self-absorbed in my own world everyone orbits

Pen at the table I don't know when I'll be able to stop

Told you from the gate

One thought it generally takes and I'm off to the races

Wait mentally stable hold your f**kin' horses

There s nothin' more disgustin' an animal

I just got done snortin' the f**kin' bathroom soap

And the tannin' lotion

To unwary this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote

There's not a pill for bananas though

It's unfortunate you got delusions of grandeur though

Actin' like you re michelangelo with a f**kin' cordless

I think I'm shredder so you better better crawl back in your shell

Or run 'fore you get injured

A f**kin' ninja turtle wouldn't come toward us

Two joint forces of course this is what blunt force is

Cause we d smoke you on any joint

Bad and evil's back b**ch

You might experience some shortness of breath

As you sit with your lungs punctured

Hear their motherf**kin' tears come pourin'

If I tell you once more then you re done for

You're going to have to learn

How to f**kin' hear from a ruptured eardrum

Forrest am I clear you gump you re as dumb as a stump

To think we'd come with a trump shortage

Bass in your face b**ch

Chuck Norris nunchucks morph into guns swords

This is what blood sport is

The goriest glorious notorious bigamous shogun warriors

God damn the slaughter boy general

Once I slaughter it you couldn't un-slaughter it

Once I order a hit you couldn't un-order it

Hit's an order this the consortium

From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up

All day this is all I can think about baby oh yeah

So orchestrated opponent's heads with this anger

Always cause this is all I can think about baby oh yeah

If I don't got no more drama b**ch

I'm a fish outta water bottle

After all these guys I slaughter

Applause is gettin' louder how the f**k did this happen

I never rapped for b**ches how's it my audience now is broader

Devil without a cause rebel without a pause

I am a kaze without the kami

You wouldn't be a g if it cost me a thousand dollars

Infrared in my pencil lead

But always keep an extra one stocked though

In the back pocket and both of 'em locked

And they're loaded like cocked twin glocks that I'm holdin'

You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon

F**kin' punks you wait just got to rockin' and rollin'

Cause Elvis ain't left the buildin' yet I m still a villain

You feel a threat when I step in and kill a set in a Millicent

With the weapon of intellect Hannibal lecter with the black belt

And Kung Fu protect your neck and

Respect the gun rule

Read in the art of war book 'bout sun tzu

You realize if you defy you probably won't be around here long

Rapunzel get over it

Look b**ch I got the bands in my pocket

And the drum roll poppin' that's

That's overkill I keep the kill under me

I keep the chill one degree

I hit you with a hook that ll make you see threes

You realize as soon as you beat me that you didn't

Yeah there s still one of me I'll meat slap you

That's a recap view that s normal embarrassing

And you slap me that s knee-slap humor that s hardly hilarious

So we scrap over you lying like a feline cub in a forest

Cherishing a kill from a dominant male

And I'm born with malaria

Form of Lou gehrigs

To the torture and terror

Of corporate America

Poor little Erica

In the morning the sheriff's

And law enforcement

Will find one fourth of her buried

Under a barrier of the kitchen floorwith the stairs in an outdoor wooded area

From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up

All day this is all I can think about baby oh yeah

So orchestrated opponent's heads with this anger

Always cause this is all I can think about baby oh yeah

Back then hoes didn't want it

Now black Benz all hid in corners

My spectacular vernacular

I spit like giving ex-lax to a Dracula

Let me translate I'm tryna find me a b**ch

And then I'm sucking on her neck while she naked

And then I'm shitting on her

And I'm getting boners from what I'm spitting

Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota

Getting stoner Jonas brothers

Brothers songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are flipping

A time bomb with a nervous ticking

Another murder victim I flirted with them first

And burrr-stick em I burn up if

I try to step up inside a church chicken

Making sure any who battle me crawl away

Assault and battery holiday and just when

You're thinking that ll be all I say

I'll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogy

But I disappear as quick as Natalie Holloway

It's my mentality all the way

I'm normally a suicide mission to try dissin'

But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the time

In the articles that you write which

Is why I never reply cause he died shitting

So-a shitting I'm spitting my infinite supply of written Bonaparte

Kidding aside critics take my little white dick in your eyelid and f**k it

Switch subjects moving on to the next one its ch- chucky

Who wanna play with number one overall kid cudi

A psycho buddy who might go nutty cause he don't like nobody

His knife's so bloody cause he just sliced somebody

Pull out the Schick hydro and

In light of what he just said this for those who even kinda want it

Cause for this man I would take a lighter

And light up all of my lighter money

You can call it pyro money hi rihanna

I mean wait hi tianna wait hi tatiana sh*t

I gotta problem I don't like it's called f**k a model itis

Who p**sy the tightest

That's amazing sit your a** down

I don't like the p**sy too tight

Get the f**k outta here and have some babies

Vocabulary still ill the 911 still will

It's all yellow with the black stripe kill bill

I'm so far ahead of the skills here

I'm getting ready for my past life

I'm the real deal

Like holy field think you irreplaceable bite it that s overkill

'Till I kill over like somebody stuffed roadkill and

Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal you know the deal

I'm not about to sit and go through the whole spiel

Of how I'm how I m cold steel like a old cold snowmobile

And no feeling it s so jovial

But don't be one of those who mistake me for a joke

It's so for real

It's what I told the phoney emcee before I broke his will

Double dribble his skull to see his soul

Told him when I snap like a photo

He'll get exposed like a roll of film

Now here he goes again oh

I'm so trill I'mma get the hoes again

Like buffalo bill's b**ch you didn't put lotion in

The bucket f**k it beat the poor little old widow

With throat pillows soap brillos finished my goat milk then

Smoke billows I lit up ah f**k it