(Bad mutha)



[VERSE 1]

Turn up the radio, better yet the phonograph

And I'ma school the suckers who don't know the half

I'm not a legend, I'm real and actual

Bite my rhymes, I get mad and come after you

I don't front or pretend cause that's imaginary

I get funky with the use of vocabulary

I'm more deadlier than a bottle of cyanide

When I dig in my brain and say a fly rhyme

I might bust and say a little somethin

Get the party pumpin, yo, that ain't nothin

So don't bore me, I've been naughty

Even as a kid people said: