Iudex - The Sad, The Mad & The Bad lyrics

[Hook] The sad, the mad, and the bad eqauals me Schizophrenia? The three sides you see Let me explain you all them from my side, my eyes: [Verse 1: The Sad] Now there has been a dark side You may have heard of it Let me tell you the story from my eyes - Cause i have been disturbed as sh**! You may not hurt a b**h? Thats just a smart lie by some smart guy Who wanted to get laid and you furfilled his purposes I've hurt some b**hes But as soon as i felt love she turned a b**h and it hurts as sh**! My five months in canada; I have been givin ya Life, love and then my heart Felt like you were a canibal: You ripped out my heart Was there an urgency of hurting me? It felt like pefectness: Only one girl to kiss She asked for shirts to sniff, yes, we had some turbulances But i thought you'd be the girl to stick with But you cheated and your the reason that got me turn to this Write murderous murking sh** And I'm concerned I'm sick: Minded and soul! Now I don't spare time for some ho' Cryed in black holes! No response or no help And you little b**h know how the consequences felt (Ram Ram) Been living all my life in dreams But now I wouldn't take you back if we were sitting in a time machine! I kept telling me: She ain't no b**h, damn all these slanders And I'll say when this relationship ends call me anchorman I'm to mean on b**hes, should be reacting less? I'm over it moving on b**hes like having s**! I'm living an average life, taxes im paying and still I'm forming my own luck I'm a blacksmith like jaden and will [Hook] [Verse 2: The Mad] I'm pissed off, of Rick Ross, that b**h ain't hip hop! Three shots on the ground will make him dance like Kris Kross -Jump- You rappers are king ? I'm your father - King of the stars like Simba's Mufasa I hate most of them freaking rap girls who should be sick men I stand up flipping the bird like coocking chicken I'm a ruthless living A fool thats sicker Than dudes with milions I pull the trigger, ludacris, and wish you would be tripping! Nah, I'm not loving you, you got that wrong - I'll be f**ing you cause you're one of them a**holes that use autotune in every song Here I go I'm co*king back my machine gun You have the choice: Pain or d**h You're afraid of the sh** that I am kicking?! Pray to God but I ain't listening I'm at Satans door trying to get in Like an*l s** I'm here! Is this the start or end of endless rap? In a world, thinkin' Christopher Wallace pretends being dead c*nts get famous and hundred f*ggots buy that whackness They are glaldy welcomed like an unexpected WIFI access Swag rap revolution I make the newest like an undetected drive by action I rap dope but get no attention This rap game I'm more than done like black toasted bread is I'm the wrong one to push like a self destruct red light bu*ton I'm dropping sh** that shocks the kids The cops slit wrists and I'm laughing, b**h! You should just hope to survive the damn apocalypse! I'm Getting angry be right back im seeing my psychologist... [Hook] [Verse 3: The Bad] My psychologist says my violent dreams of hell Are just silent screams for help Made up like some godless Jesus tale You know why your sh** ain't better than mine? If it was I'd come by and you'll be dead in no time If I'm dead I'll rest in piece You're resting in pieces Like people who are sleeping With hansons desease Them guys who don't like my sh** must be stiffer than me When I'm licking the Queen - Just get drunk till you walk worse than Christopher Reeve Lyrically you're under the horrible Rick Ross, so Your level is under dirt like corpses in a coffin I'm stopping f*ggots from rapping be for they Imagine themselves as rappers with no fails! I'm drawing my weapon like a naked selfportrait You ain't like me cause you don't like me I like me so I'm the only one who's like me But I give less sh**s than I just took But I don't take sh** from you only sh** I take is d**, yeah See I ain't like you, I don't stand crying All my mad violence Is not that silent I'll f** you and everyone says you have been eaten up like American Pie, b**h! All these whack rappers I have to be standing up I ain't lying when I say you s** I am here to interrupt; Interrupt like When I f** that b**h like a guy after a breaking up Now be silent and watch your manners s*ut I'm sixteen living up to be a man A rapping dude With the attitude To give less f**s than Steve Carell I'm no thriller, I'm just sick Like some k**er viruses! (The pressure) Gotta keep a cool head like a psycho k**er in the fridge On my sh** I'm k**ing people and no ones hearing it like an a**asin No ones cheering, b**h but I'll keep rapping - Underground I'll stay deep, rappers are feminine Maybe by telling them, I could push rappers to sing Cause their daily bread comes from making whack songs and selling them I'll stay in the dark got shady merits like Eminem You a daily f*ggot like Chad Allen Reckless? f** you! I'm out in the east, let some f*g rap then