Claas
Claas
Claas & Demi Demaree
Claas
Claas & Donnie Menace & Kung Fu Vampire
Claas & Ed Money 2.0
Claas & Potluck
Claas
Claas &
Claas
Claas & Wrekonize
Claas
Claas & Snypa Da Prophet & Big Slack
Claas & Lex The Hex Master & Sicnoizednice
Claas & Tapewerm
Claas
Claas
Claas & SCUM (USA) & Insane Poetry & Smallz One & Hex Rated & Damien Quinn & RazoR (USA)
[Verse 1: Claas]
Yeah
Leave the bodies on the floor just lifeless
Look at the look on they face, it's priceless
Look at the way I display this license to kill everybody mind, this shit's ISIS
Look at my iris, you can see that they're christless
Know that you don't wanna try this
My shit's a virus that doesn't carry a bias
Just buyin’ dope is a line sniff, ha
Snort it up, bitch, I misfit in the shit but my work is sick enough to put a motherfucker in the dirt
Nick kills everybody, let 'em die and tuck the curtains
Ha! For certain that they're hurting
Arteries cut, sure thing they be squirtin'
Smirkin' as I'm working, got me lurking
Now I'm stalking victims so their death is what they're flirting
On the road swerving full bottle of Bourbon
Bumping Master P Ghetto D (heard me)
Incision like a surgery
Pretty soon every motherfucker that's living will say they've heard of me
Unless they're dead, yo
Got feds trying to take me out the dead zone
But I'm still steady trying to open up a head though
Big Clizzle crazy shit I am skitzo, yeah
[Chorus: Demi Demaree]
Better want 'em on the street, we some bad boys
Chop you in pieces, now you're meat on the slab, boy
It's raining bullets, better run from the mag, boy
Claas got the stash, we some certified bad boys
We gonna rally 'em
Even if they pockets full of Valium
Ain't nobody sleepin' once they gettin' off for telling
Bury me a G, nah, bury me an alien bad boy
Claasie and the Pinecone
Smoking on grown in the catacombs
Tellin' the planet goodbye
Mayday, mayday, all you die
[Verse 2: Claas]
Yeah, run around like a madman
Doc said "Ha, that I need a CAT scan"
When I was born it was madness
Jets was attracted to the death like a magnet
Felt the attraction looking for the killings like a magnet
Tryna be the sickest on the planet
Giving them the savage
Gotta go and shred 'em like they’re cabbage
Fuckin' lives hangin' in the balance but look at me now Mom
Shit ain't you proud Mom?
I made a name for myself, a Corral Law
I am their downfall, they know I am bad for their health
But they ain't gonna stop me, ain't a victim that I've had that's ever got free
I'm at top speed, when I get 'em they cannot flee
Kill the whole crew, horns up, bitches motley
So time to make 'em lay down
Call it water guns when I go and spray rounds
Just me, don't need a posse like Insane Clown
It's not a game but leave 'em buried under playgrounds
Let's go! Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Tie 'em up, dragging all their bodies down the hall
I will not fall, too much precision involved
I'm just getting started with y'all
Ha!
[Chorus: Demi Demaree]
Better want 'em on the street, we some bad boys
Chop you in pieces, now you're meat on the slab, boy
It's raining bullets, better run from the mag, boy
Claas got the stash, we some certified bad boys
We gonna rally 'em
Even if they pockets full of Valium
Ain't nobody sleepin' once they gettin' off for telling
Bury me a G, nah, bury me an alien bad boy
Claasie and the Pinecone
Smoking on grown in the catacombs
Tellin' the planet goodbye
Mayday, mayday, all you die
Bad Boy was written by Demi Demaree & Claas.
Bad Boy was produced by ItsNicklus.