teachers, and jackin' off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin' And all the other
And so tomorrow comin later than usual Waitin' on someone to pity us While we findin beauty in the hideous They say money's the root of all evil but I
love you (Lovely fistfights) No baby, no baby Killa for look at us, forever fucked up All we do is fuck, fight and get X'ed up Enough, enough, we bad for each other
mi tierra, all grudges like luggage F**k it stuck with astealo that you feel though, Once you get to be true it will be fulfilled like me though See no, hear no, speak no, evil
can do what I want, got you mind wrapped up in confusion You cry like the llorona, shut up it was just an illusion Seeing how bad you are, you're not as bad
painted Crazed, Aint it? That a black dude lookin like he got a white tattoo People thinkin that he way tainted... by evil Treat you like fecal Wanna beef you when they meet
bet that you got us on yo' street. I'm tryna find a spot that's big enough, So that all of my people can meet! [Chorus:] Technicians! Owoh! Owoh! Owoh! Others
state Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right 'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight And only time we deal is when we kill each other
your mask and don't be late Get out get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door
the way of my set, that's the time Enter the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling Record labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling I know a few true
crime Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funkytown sign I'm on that other level, a coffin and a shovel Fly down to put yo ass, before you meet
mask and don't be late Get out, get out Well disguised heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store, Knock on other people's door
brain it's a no brain bout boy Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick? The other
verdict's in, he's allergic to divas he'll take meat cleavers 'em, him don't give a damn about Beaver do him What a demon, a behemoth, evil just seems
, Jamaican, relax, man I'll send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, c heck ya girl 'Cause after
wanna be, which means they wanna breath our air With these ideas, anybody thinkin' that the game don't need The bad and the evil regime That's like saying that bad