[Verse one]
See I was born in a zephyr, b**h
West wind terrorist
Archangel, left wing clipped off by the seraphims
Right wing sickened when the lightning struck it
So I flew against the sun until it lightened me from it
I'm unlikely to covet what you hype from your gullet
I'm more the type to re-dub it
Yours is trifling rubbish
So under this game my name should have a hyphen above it
When I break, push its hymen all the way to its stomach
Insane hard drive as if the AKA's Lacey
And the track was [?]
And the rap is a magnum
Or the rap is a handgun and the track is Thelma
The AKA is Louise and then I'm back with [?]
Gatling spitter, eat you cats for dinner
Like I'm Jean Yun-fat
Cooking rice in the back
Still, uh, deciphering that?
k**er, a Ku Klux blue blood
Filling their wardrobes until their shoes flood with loose guts
Ruthless as those people DeVito was with
You s*uts take it off, I've been dressed ever since
Blessing this canvas better than priests in a sketching cla**
Sipping on holy water, dipping in watercolors
Gracious Grae, thicker than Tom Selleck's facial hair
Wait there, Jean'll remake you like Cape Fear
I'll take a cream pie and rub it 'til your face smeared
My sense of humour's intense, the cure would be d**h
But I'm the sixth sense so, d**h isn't sure yet
(Hey! Don't give 'em no more!)
What you stopping me for?
(These n***as ain't ready for Greasy just to lay down the law for sure!)
[Hook]{x2}
I run through your hood with my middle finger up
I'm that good, that sure
n***a, yeah, what?
I'm that ill, that girl, man, give it up
(She's bad, she's bad, she's bad, she's bad)