Lyrics:
have been a very bad day
For my mom and my daddy when they carried me away
They call me the loner and I live by the day
I never never think about
She's some kind of angel, or so they say
She'll take a rich man and make him a slave
Born on the bayou, raised by the sand
She's my Medusa, I'm
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doing it again
You better duck
[Bad Azz]
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin
engineer out politics, romance, and edifice
Two outta three ain't bad
Some envision a state governed by laws of business
Merger and acquisition instead
a fatal attraction
Death by misadventure
Born of your own inaction
When the crunch came along
You couldn't stand up
Dyin' at your desk
In a bed
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
brought in from by bad Colombian mules
Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels
Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy
Crime fam against fam
Check, check, check enuh
Oh gosh man
Wah do some waste man, man
A wah them feel like
Yow, splinters
Better know
Me nuh come from nowhere mi bad by mi
Lifetimes I've been born and I
Follow your scent every time
How do I pin you down just right
Words in a song, can only try
Seen all the bad rule
VERSE I
Yeah
I was told it was bad back home
Broken souls, dead animals
These are barren times, I’m told
See, I was born to a savage rose
I was
"I was born drivin' steel"
Well John Henry hammered in the mountain
He'd give a grunt he give a groan every swing
The women-folks from miles
saying I treat you bad
Who is this guy and what does he know?
Apparently more than I do
I wanna be good to you
I wanna be there for you
And when I
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
alright (alright)
Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never
Bad bitch, pardon me, I say, "What's up?"
Educated, so I put her in the cut
I need a girlfriend, I need a girlfriend
Two hoes and I think I did
I'm the King of all Kings, I abide by no rules
And do what I do by any means (c'mon)
Call him necessary, the great visionary
Born extraordinary,
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
pass
It's not receding and my body's going numb
A bad trip child
Rolling stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keeps getting by
an F
Jay receives an A for his essay
Spins til you're dizzy
Born to get busy
Is he the Jam Master?
Isn't he, or is he?
And my name is D.M.C.
They slip away.
I'm thinking how you taught me how to win
And how to loose
And how to fight the crippling blues that I was born with
Bad dreams
ain't sick, Holly ain't crazy
Ain't got it bad, the ho's just lazy
Now she's lookin into hookin
Quick money on her back so the ho can live fat
Holly
I was born with a coat hanger in my mouth
Oh yeah, and I was dumped down south
I was found by the richest man in the world
Oh yeah, who bought me
Behind that bush and when they roll by we jump out the bush make a push
Bustin' why they runnin' buckin' everything comin' murda why'all ain't said
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