Bad Guy

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Bad Guy

Knox Hill · Chaos Theory 2 · 2024 · 2:48

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You saved us! You really are wonderful! Listen, I am not nice, I am not kind, and I am not wonderful Samad cook it up, yerrt Walk up in the room, in the mood, I'm a bad guy Look at me, I'm that guy, ay Look at me, the bad guy, ay Look at me, I'm that guy Stole Superman's cape, I'm mad fly Dumped his body in the lake, don't ask why Hands up, get 'em up, I'm that guy Hands up, get 'em up, the bad guy Bags full of Clorox and beats Watch 'em vanish into Fort Knox with ease It's like magic, I'm a warlock with teeth I'm ill, but to trump it, need four shots of bleach Breathe, there's a breach in the attic Need some beats I can savage, let me teach 'em Socratic As I reach into the metaphysical, mathematics Ain't pneumatic, but I'm hip like sciatics I've been sick like rheumatics I could hit you with schematics But I'm Tesla with the static Copy, paste, Edison I could steal your credit, son Let me debit you for fun I mean funds, I mean none I'm the square root of one, huh? Squares root for me, I break it down so fluidly I work my lines so beautifully, these bars congruent, see You see? Even cons root for me Grew my seeds on these lines, that's congruency Dumb it down, wondering phonics, what are the pockets? Color the greens, wallet is big, Christopher Wallace Spit it like Twisted on Twisted, I'm twisted with vision The vivid depictions of living, with henchmen convictions Of villains, killing the critics, got murdering minds, I Walk up in the room, in the mood, I'm a bad guy Look at me, I'm that guy, ay Look at me, the bad guy, ay Look at me, I'm that guy Stole Superman's cape, I'm mad fly Dumped his body in the lake, don't ask why Hands up, get 'em up, I'm that guy Hands up, get 'em up, the bad guy Uh, look at me, I'm that girl (oh my) Niggas try to call me every single bad word Mad hurt when that -bleep- got come for them organs I make the Yamimura seem like Casper is friendly They tryna end me, it's gon' get deadly Leave 'em cliffhanging, I ain't spoiling endings Lending out no hands to those who envy Three dots pop up, that's the message I'm sending Pop, pop, pop, you know a missile when I drop, drop, drop Not even kids are gon' be safe, I'm sorry y'all Sikes, I never fake, all of y'all haters can go to Hell For Heaven's sake, I'm the bad guy But hands don't get dirty, I delegate Don't I sound like every government official as of late? I'ma pull up in a Wraith to my supervillain estate And I paid off all the judges, so I'm winning every case Tragedy happens whenever they tryna mess with me Would be a travesty, actually, if they been passing over Shee, because I'm savagely axing like every bastard who believes That I don't be killing and ripping the scene And all of the people be knowing and see every time that I Walk up in the room, in the mood, I'm a bad guy Look at me, I'm that guy, ay Look at me, the bad guy, ay Look at me, I'm that guy Stole Superman's cape, I'm mad fly Dumped his body in the lake, don't ask why Hands up, get 'em up, I'm that guy Hands up, get 'em up, the bad guy You're all fools if you think you can stop me!

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