Lyrics:
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Bad to the bone
Shackles on feet now we free by the code
Trinity three I feel peace in my dome
Now we deliver divinity tones
Wrist game bad I don't
lose religion when I fall in love love love
Make bad decisions when I fall in love love love
I feel conflicted when I call you up up up
Up up up
Girl
billy bad ass
Call me billy billy billy billy billy billy
Interstate gettin late
Roll an eighth to the face
I just play by the case
How I move on em
Like
(Uh huh)
Got you weak in the knees, don't she? (Uh huh)
Dropped your defense (Dropped your defense)
And she steady setting off these alarms without
days reacting to what
They bring good things come our way
Followed by bad things we struggle
As best we can to gain some control
Because being helpless
who they served before
Good or bad
They're all the same
Rest side by side now
Has man gone insane
A few will remain
Who'll find a way
To live one more
yeah), this won't stop me
My defense, he won't drop me
Change again, but it can't knock me
Can't knock me down (no no)
Can't knock me down
I'm all in,
you still bad as well
She might just take me down to hell
She got me
Bonded by these feelings again
Always keep myself from a win
But not this time
a bad habit
Bad habit
I can't lie I love you, it's just a bad habit, oh
Bad habit, oh
And girl, I can't be more realer
I knew you were special since I
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
foul (whoa, shit, whoa, shit)
Unsportsmanlike conduct (it rains, it pours)
Number six on the defense, fifty- (uh)
(Look, okay) it rains, it pours
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
The bad ones will apologize from their grave yea
And some guys just don't want the headache
Admit to themselves that what's going on is wait
But you know
religion, all things can be known
The monolithic stone at the center of the town made sure that this was true
Voices gathered, which no one could hear,
upon us pardon the bullet chipping our armor
We never had a proper defense cus we the weak men
Getting thrashed by the animals and they will eat men
cash cash cash cash racks
Did hella things that are bad bad to the bone
Whoa
Straight From Ohio like marilyn manson
I pop a perky it solve all my panic I
My life a stolen picture, like some movie on a TV
I'm a fifty gallon drum of ass whooping fiction
I'm a monster truck attraction
A roadside religion
Do you want to be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out
chick
Cause a nigga been up in the Forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids
metalheads, hip hop heads,
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
Yeah, uhhh
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
You see, it's bad enough that God's people are divided by man because of race
They're trying
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
We chuck them deuces at them when we pass by
She bad ah ah ah
You got them red bottoms
Them True Religions be tight up on your
If you leaving
Why I'm on defense?
Delusional can you tell me the reason?
You needy, fuck what you preaching
You greedy, you take it, you thiefin
I'd like to begin by saying that a lot of good things are happening, some very good negotiations just got off the phone with the secretary
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