I'm a Bad - Redman

I get mad wicked (f**k around)

And catch a bad one by the funker

I puff the mad spliffs

And roll blunts with Archie Bunker

Cause my brain is twisted

So I cock the biscuit

Cause sh*t's thick some say

I'ma bastard of a swift b**ch

Negro funkin it with the style in your ear bro

To make you Fear me like

Cape without Robert DeNiro

You big p**sy so funky

That you have to douche me

You can't hear me then my record

Label didn't push me

I know I'm sayin f**k

Too many times in my rhymes

But if I wasn't bad

I wouldn't freak it in the line

But it don't seems to matter

Cause my sh*t get fatter and fatter

I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya

How does it feel with the face full of funk

With the bass in your trunk

W**d laced with the blunt

I puff I never got snuffed

Bust while I dust your monkey

A** off then I just crush on the hush hush

So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter

Ask the brothers (why )

Cause I'm bad (word to mothers)

"I'm a bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"I'm a bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"I'm a bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"I'm a bad " "Bad bad and a wicked in bed"

"I'm a bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"I'm a bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"I'm a bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"I'm a bad " "Bad bad and a wicked in bed"

Yo yo check this out

This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk p**sy motherf**kers

Just to show y'all I do what the F**K I wanna do

I want y'all to check this on the real

And yo check this out

Shake it C'mon shake it

C'mon shake it C'mon shake it

Whassup now Whassup now

Whassup now Whassup now

Whattup now Hahahahah

Yo Red c'mon get back to the track man

I wanna get out of here

Yo kid chill aight aight check it out

Flexy I'm sexy when I'm standin in my drawers

If you can't check me when I'm rappin

Put the tape on pause

And listen to the incredible

Sh*t that I kick my man

Give me five on the backhand then stick

Your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick

Cause my lip get to the point

To STILL rock the fly sh*t

Since you're holding your breath

I hold my jewels

I swing hardcore so I walk holdin my tools

The original P-Funk takes no junk

From a chump or punk G

I been this way every since nine months

So get down while I rip

The raps from my lips cause

My sh*t's more deep

Than any tape from Enigma

The gettin nice thinkin killer brother who pop trash

Basic instinct I'm a shoot us

And they got blasted

Much a** I kick groove to the master mix

My song still pumps when

It's not even mastered b**ch

My sh*t's very chronic so rewind it

Cause it's like eh-eh-eh-eh beyond bionic

Cause I'm a wild and crazy guy No lie

Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye

I'm bad word to mother to the motherf**kin Hubbard

Eatin her curds and whey

Puffin spliffs cause she doesn't

And if you still don't under-f**kin-stand

Where I'm comin from

Listen to my nine understand

Where it's hummin from

"bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"bad " "Bad bad and a wicked in bed"

"bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"bad " "Yo word to the mother"

"bad " "Bad bad and a wicked in bed"