DJ Paimon, Sam Patrick - Bad Man Lyrics

Bad man, bad man,
He's a bad man, bad man
You fuckin wit a bad man, bad man
He's a bad man, bad man
You fuckin wit a bad man, bad man
He's a bad man

You can catch me on that bypass high as hell
515 that's where I dwell
Bout to snatch your clientele
You ain't doin nothin, I might as well
By my lonely, by myself,
One man army, I don't need no help
This ain't nothin man I been through hell
Bring light to the blind like i'm writing in braille
I'm a monster truck you a micro wheel
No rush, ain't nothin but time to kill
I'm ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill (and I)
Never had to run up on a motherfucker
Butt em wit a gun but i'm a stunner
Gotta wonder why i'm still livin in the gutter
Burnin every track like rubber,
Came to bring the rain and the thunder
Me and Pai on the come up, all you little lames get done up
Need to hold your breath and just shut up (shut up)
So fresh, so clean, ya'll know how I lean
I ain't goin for that bullshit
Rage Against Machine with a pocket full of shells
Ready to release this full clip
Ready for the revolution, i'm a vigilante
Got a couple bad bitches holdin grams in they panties
Got my feet on the ground and my eyes on the grammy
Tryin keep up but you straight pull a hammy i'm ill (ill, ill, ill)
I'm a little bit strange and a little uncanny so chill (chill, chill, chill)
People always runnin they mouth but never say it to my grill (grill, grill)
On the real (real, real, real)
In the name of the father, and the son, and the holy ghost
Ya'll know that I'm shittin on every note
I'm the poison and the antidote a motherfuckin animal
Bout to launch off like a catapult a menace
Send loud-mouths to the dentist
Every MC's my apprentice, yeah bitch I said it
Did I stutter motherfucker better call the paramedics
Its the bad lieutenant, bet it
I am diesel, ya'll unleaded
And my roots is so embedded
In this game I don't need no credit
Roundhouse to the mouth, Anthony Pettis
Four wheel motion, blunts smoke deep as the ocean
My potion twice as potent as that bullshit you be holdin
Not knowin if you noticed, but them lames you fuckin wit bogus
Mesmerized by the way i'm glowin got you under my hypnosis
I am that Percocet, that codeine, that shit that makes yo toes curl
Spent ya last dime on some molly for the club
Still lookin for love you go girl
This right here called inertia, bear witness to the movement
Lotta rappers round here wanna talk hard
Shit hit the fan they won't do shit
They can't see me, I'm translucent
To you little motherfuckers I'm a nuisance
I ain't really tryin to beef, I put yall to sleep
In the street we call that "tyin up loose ends"
I'm ruthless, ya'll clueless, in a battle I'll leave you toothless
I dilapidated what you fabricated
Lights out motherfucker we can do this
'Stead of worryin bout me, you should focus on you
Take heed to how these grown folks do
Never heard another man flow so true
Not a nan, not another in the vocal booth
Flat-line, I'm already dead, took a fifth to the head
Feet hangin off the ledge, when I jump off its curtains
For certain don't catch me seeing red
Name's Sam Patrick, came wit a hatchet
Kick the door in, no need to latch it
No theatrics, no "just sayin" that'll get your ass kicked, chain reaction
Make room for the microphone Whitey Bulga, Ayatollah
I done told ya, I'm a soldier, killin every beat that I'm rhymin over
Slappin MC's til their eyes are swole up
Surgical, servin you, longitude, latitude, vertical, horizontal
And virtual, expose like convertibles
Strictly business, not personal
Pack ya bags at the terminal
I've been a caged animal, DJ Paimon just turned me loose

Bad man, bad man
You fuckin wit a bad man, a bad man
He's a bad man, a bad man
You fuckin wit a bad man, a bad man
He's a bad man, bad man
You fuckin wit a bad man, a bad man
Bad man, bad man
You fuckin wit a bad man, a bad man
Bad man, bad man
He's a bad man, a bad man