Erick Sermon - I'm a Bad lyrics

[Redman: Verse 1] I get mad wicked (f** 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 co*k the biscuit Cause sh**'s thick, some say I'mma ba*tard of a swift b**h Negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro To make you fear me like Cape without Robert DeNiro You big p**y, 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** 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** 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 ba** in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey Ass 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) [Hook] I'm a bad... Yo word to the mother (x3) I'm a bad... Bad bad, and a wicked in bed I'm a bad... Yo word to the mother (x3) I'm a bad... Bad bad, and a wicked in bed [Interlude] Yo yo, check this out This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk p**y motherf**ers Just to show y'all I do what the f** 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! Wha**up now? Wha**up now? Wha**up now? Wha**up now? Whattup now? Hahahahah (Yo Red, c'mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!) [Redman: Verse 2] Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out Flexy I'm s**y 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** 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** Since you're holding your breath, I hold my j**els 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**'s more deep, than any tape from Enigma The gettin nice, thinkin k**er brother who pop trash Basic instinct -- I'm a shooter and they got blasted Much a** I kick, groove to the master mix My song still pumps when it's not even mastered, b**h! My sh**'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**in Hubbard Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't And if you still don't under-f**in-stand where I'm comin from Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from! [Hook]