Who’s Bad (Original)

Who’s bad? [x9]

I wake up in the morning like “where’s my chrome at?”
Roll a joint, smack my ma “Bitch, where the phone at?”
Criticize your rhymes, bitch get your own rap
I hone gats that’ll leave your mind blown back
Thinkin you a man because you rent your own shack
I roam mad spots where you can get your bone scratched
It’s a known fact, I rip chromosomes black
Remember motherfucker I know where your home’s at
I throw you off a building, watch your fuckin dome splat
You sound shitty, I take these fuckin microphones back
You’re all alone black In fact: your mind I own that
Whereabouts catch me at the honeycomb shack
Hoes be getting mad cause I don’t phone back
The whole clique is soft like fuckin foam wax
Where’s Mrs. Jones at, we have to have a loan chat
Where my comb at, I fucking pick my own act

Who’s bad? [x6]

Fuzz Scoota, always rip cliques
Motherfucker I’m guaranteed to always rip shit
Slicker then a pimp with a perm checkin dipsticks
See me on the street and get your shit split quick
I get bucked wild like I’m ill inflicted
Hit pricks cause robbin niggas is how I get shit
Tell your momma fuzz ain’t the one to pick with
Shit’s thick, I kick it with fuckin misfits
Rip shit, then I kick it with Ms. Tits
She gets mad because Fuzz don’t lick clits
Bitch keep talking and you gon get your lip split
Write my name on your buttcheeks with lipstick
Niggas overreacting cause we play snippets
Knitwit, when this shit comes out, go and get it
Smoking weed insane, you know we’re with Slick Rick
Lorena Bobbitt’s on my team and she’ll chop dick quick

Who’s bad? [x9]

Check the chorus, motherfucker I ain’t bad
Death in your family, cause nigga yo you rhyme sad
Your momma die? Motherfucker I’m glad
I’m on the type of shit to make you trash your rhyme pad
Where you find that, better yet you mind that
Fuzz Scoota that nigga that be makin dimes fast
Found ten dollars so I’m a get a dime sack
Not a motherfucker that can tell you I’m whack
Swine’s back where the crime’s at, I’m at
My foot in your face like you wanna shoe shine that
Tell these motherfuckers on your block that i’m back
Even men like Christopher Reeves gonna get their spine cracked
Miss something? Motherfucker rewind back
Baseheads tryin to get at me, cause I’m crack
Playin for keeps I won’t give your mind back
Hey bitch, tell me where the food stamp line’s at