Bad Guy

[Intro: ?]
I believe everyone's character makes them who they are
You know what I mean?
If you wasn’t... you, you wouldn't be Killa Ki
But that's you man, that’s what made you stand out innit?
So, so obvious back then, when we was young
Probably said, "ah, Killa's a bully"
But obviously, that's what made you stand out
And sometimes disciplines good innit?
As a word from Machiavelli, fears better than love (Hah)

[Verse]
Take a good look my nigga (Yeah)
Last time you ever see a roughneck like Killa (Last time)
I'm realer, I'm a farda to a drilla
Fillin' up my mac with corn, this is dinner (You know them ones?)
The amount of times I've stepped in the ringer (Yes)
Then gon' home cas’ like, "Mom whats for dinner?" (Yes)
Sittin’ on the couch, catchin' joke of Jerry Springer (Haha)
While another families crushed
Cry in the river (Yes, yes)
A lot of mans still bitter (Hah), that I survived the streets
I’m a winner (Winner)
Wartime, up in jumu'ah with a spinner
A man of god, but more time a sinner (Yep)
The world got colder, I got iller
Hug a grieving mum, even know I'm the killer (Wicked)
Jack son's life in the night like thriller
Then fuck his baby mum in the back of his bimmer (Straight)
Ugh

[Chorus]
Say hello to the bad guy (Kill him)
I’m that guy, when I shoot macs it's a flatline
I'm mad fly, steppin' out in church
[?] mad brap
If I let this cannon in your [?], it will capsize
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm bad, bad, bad guy
Bad to the-
Bad guy
I'm bad, bad, bad
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm bad, bad, bad guy
Bad to the-
Bad guy
I'm bad, bad, bad

[Verse 2]
Beefin' with me, you could never get comfy
Rollin' with your girl, she might get shot, I'm clumsy
Hiding in the bush, with the mac, get 'em jumpy
See my youngin's turn into bosses, that was lovely
Trust me, the main young hitter was Jumanji
Chris and M1 had them scared for their money
Knowing if they don't free it up, they're a duppy
Rugs was still in school, but his wetter stayed bloody
Take it back to Tommy Guns, the architect of fuckery (Tommy)
Me and Butch was two young hitters moving gully
Two of the roughest real talk, we got lucky
I always keep my niggas name alive, free Nuttie
It's funny, how a lot of punks think they're cruddy
When I had them terrified, speechless like dummies
I'm talking 'bout man my age, that's what's funny
Hot headed farda in this ting, call me sonny

[Chorus]
Say hello to the bad guy (Kill him)
I'm that guy, when I shoot macs it's a flatline
I'm mad fly, steppin' out in church
[?] mad brap
If I let this cannon in your [?], it will capsize
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm bad, bad, bad guy
Bad to the-
Bad guy
I'm bad, bad, bad
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm bad, bad, bad guy
Bad to the-
Bad guy
I'm bad, bad, bad guy

[Outro]
(Say hello to the bad guy, Fumez The Engineer
I'm bad, bad, bad guy
Bad to the-
Bad guy
I'm bad, bad, bad
Say hello to the bad guy
I'm bad, bad, bad guy
Bad to the-
Bad guy)