It’s All Bad

[Hook: Bugz]
It's all bad, we're all bad
We're all bad
Its all bad, you're all bad
Its all bad, we're all bad

[Verse 1: Bugz & Bizarre]
Aimlessly mad, shamelessly bad, blatantly blast
Heiness and mad, just your average snake in the grass
Ache in the ass, Jack Kavorkian will do his task
Jeffery Pheiffer got my [?] to kill these old bags
"But why the temper mister?" Bitch don't make me whip yo ass
Don't ask me nuthin', or I'm a make these knuckles brass
Bust yo' ass and leave you lygin in the streets screamin
Slowly dying while your bitch is tryin to stop the bleeding (Help)
I shot the sheriff yeah, he should of left me speeding
But now he's not breathing, and I'm still speeding
Lost control, hit a pole, and I'm still speeding
Passed the yield, crash the steel with my grill beating
"Aren't you married Bugz?" So what bitch, I'm still cheating
'Cause when she ain't giving pussy, I'm out thrill seeking
Like yesterday I bought a bag from a real deacon
Left when he started preaching just to freak this Puerto Rican
I'm a deliquent with my picture hanging at the precinct
For stickin up the same deacon each and every weekend
Why the pastor speaking? "Bugz you be tweaking
Why you throw up Herman Keefer when yo dick bleeding?"

[Verse 2: Bizarre]
Wanted in Nashville for two girls that I killed
10 vicodin pills and watch Bizarre Kid get ill
Killing y'all bitch ass niggas in the worst way
Why you telling niggas we beefin' bitch, your funeral was last Thursday
You done fucked around with the wrong fools
Your nieces and nephews will never see a day in preschool
Your family [?]? Nigga I'm to blame
'Cause I'm blasting niggas [?]
Tearing niggas out their frame, that's why we still trippin'
The crews like the Underdog, we gotta search for the niggas that be slipping
The first nigga to start will catch two in the heart
Leave y'all niggas open like a 24 hour K-Mart
What ever you niggas want it's how I make my mail
We like telemarketers 'cause we always got something to sell
I hate cops, that's why I blew up doughnut shops
Who wanna fuck with Bizarre and Bugz in this world of Hip Hop?

[Verse 3: Bugz]
About this cop that is dead
When I was young I was dropped on the head
And barely fed and when I was it was out of a keg
I grew up ugly smacking teachers upside of the head
And caught a flash when T. Stuckey got shot in the leg
I took the gun and beat the officer until he bled
Ate his doughnuts, drank his coffee up and then I fled
In the police car and made the hooker give me head
Bust a nut and drove the vehicle up off the ledge
Full steam ahead! Journey for The Living Dead
Now I'm a sinner, that's evident isn't it
The kind of nigga too far gone for imprisonment
I'll kill the judge with the gavel that he sentenced
A crook and some who got his own anthem
Raised rowdy, iller than a temper tantrum
A plain stupid, ignorant sub-human
Asshole, who pickets at his own union
One-two'in, the kind of shit to leave you ruined
Fuck what you in, and get ya damn face blew in

[Refrain: Bizarre]
Hahahaha....

(Verse 4: Bizarre & Bugz)
Hey Bugz, remember that bitch we raped on the beach? (Uh huh)
Don't worry, Johnny Cochran will have us out in a week (Man I hope so)
But just in case nigga that we get arrested (Wait, what)
Don't say shit about this 5 year old little boy that I molested
I confessed it
I was giving him CPR cause the nigga said his fucking chest was congested
Plus I got aids and I think I need to be tested
"Man you can't be telling me that your ass infected?"

[Hook x2: Bugz]
It's all bad, we're all bad
We're all bad
Its all bad, you're all bad
Its all bad, we're all bad