[Intro:]
Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
[Verse 1:]
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol and common a**hole
Taken off the street right from the basement to the castle
From the rap flow I was stuck but now I'm wasted international
I'm all about the cash flow
You can look it how I get it
Poppin' pain k**ers like a crooked paramedic
I'm a crook and I'm pathetic
I keep pushing till I get it
Got the pedal to the medal I ain't looking where I'm headed
Cops pull me over wanna search inside my SUV
They got their dick hard from the b**h who sitting next to me
Listen pig I buy and sell you tell you just so let me be
You can lock me up I got a lawyer who can set me free
Real funny, super f**s co*k s**ers wanna steal from me
I made a fire never played guitars
Spend my errands and make my pill money
Speak the truth don't tell no lies
I never talk but a black toe
I'm no model but a cold heart I'm so smart that I act dumb
[Hook:]
Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
[Verse 2:]
30 perk 30's on alert early
Riding filthy so filthy I can dirt dirty
Get the gurb birdy
Flip the bird sturdy
Had these f**in rappers,
Ye you nerds heard me
Tear the lies and vandalize in your habitat
Cruise around crown royal in his cadillac
Black boots, black brin with the master match
Hallucinations is satan b**hes is pastor rap
I'm so gone, sh** I'm f**ing faded
I ball the ounce, sh** I'm f**ing waited
Put some cheese on your head get your f**ing grading
Make a flick with your b**h,
Look me in my sippy cutting, is me with that piggy tux
Don't miss me with that siffy stuff
Dipsy getting pissy but that milli right in milli gut
I came up doing risky stuff, I risk my life for 50 bucks
[Hook:]
Turked up drinking out the bottle I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
[Verse 3:]
I'm the bad guy, the bad guy with the black gun
When I black out with the mac out
Somebody asked out like a fat b**h in the G string
It's a G thing like the doctor
And the dough father free my dogs on
Gun powder call Peter up I don't give a f** sick 'em on his a**
And I'm laughin up as I feed 'em all
In my postal lunch, sick as f**
I'm deranged, twisted brain
Insane in a membrane
I'm a fly dream on a ship maine
That's a blue dream with a creep ma**
Sippin red rozay with the pirule
Free man with the low gain
Like G man
What the f** the b**hes
If I'm stiff like a mannequin
With the lube balls with anything
I can't stand the b**h
What it came the b**h from Los Angeles
With phase up that's fatter than that a** of my Atlanta b**h
Get abandon ship, this life ship going down with it
I'm the captive b**h immaculate with this rapper sh**
Turn about this back wits
How you wack b**h
Baptize the jaw like a baptist
You f**ing lame my least flame
See smoke, see the flames
Smoking millies it's point plain
Let 'em bang, deep brain
[Hook:]
Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes
Cheeky eyed, irish alcohol like I'm an a**hole
Someone's gotta be the bad guy in black clothes