BAD KID!

Some say I play a lot Use slang a lot Slang a rock of molly Stash the cash inside my mama's sock I hit the disp and dash With a half of mamason Mama sing along for the kids Because my father's gone I took a pill in my youth To keep from comments drawn A lot of long talks with my mom's Bout all the stuff I pawned I kept it real though I got along to all the songs Mom's put on to keep the children calm Till all our saving bonds We never lived in no situated Furnished cribs We had to stitch up our clothes Instead of getting new shit And mom I love you I'm fine don't you worry Down this fifth a night and smoke Until my vision's turning blurry Well I've been drinking a lot I've been smoking a lot I've been doing a lot of shit That I shouldn't be doing That I do everyday Cuz' imma Bad Kid anyway I'm off the ganja On an alcoholic binge Took a lot of cocaine To get me feeling like this So should I call a couple friends And cop a bottle, maybe ten And start to wallow in my sorrow Let my problems hit tomorrow Man, I'm often thinkin' nonsense While I'm coughin' from the bong A lot of smoke inside my lungs Until I'm launching out the room, yeah With finicky skin, I feel these prickly prickles like Ants chew at my shins And then I'm lookin' nervous Hurlin' out the window with the burner Hit the bridge and burn to ashes What a frightening stomach turner Run the world like Ted Turner Link with Bill Gates and Create the New World Order While I'm servin' cords of corn To your daughter at a slaughter Own her ass up off a lotto Imma off her with a saw and my bottle, yeah That's my motto, imma Follow my sorrows until I fall on the floor So tell my mama that I'm sorry and I'm dead overdosed Because I've been drinking a lot I've been smoking a lot I've been doing a lot of shit That I shouldn't be doing That I do everyday Cuz' imma Bad Kid anyway Well I've been drinking a lot I've been smoking a lot I've been doing a lot of shit That I shouldn't be doing That I do everyday Cuz' imma Bad Kid anyway