D12 It's All Bad Lyrics

It's All Bad lyrics
(Chorus)
It's all bad, you're all bad, we're all baaaaad
It's all bad, you're all baaaaad
It's all bad, we're all baaaaad

[Bugz]
Aimlessly mad, shamelessly bad, blatantly blast
Heiness and mad just your average snake in the grass
Ache in the ass, jack a ????? and do his task
Jeffery Pheiffer got my ???? to kill these old bags
[But why the temper mister?] Bitch don't make me whip yo ass
Don't ask me nuthin, or I'm a make these knuckles brass
Bust yo ass and leave you layin in the streets screamin
Slowly diein while yo bitch is tryin to stop the bleedin [Help]
I shot the sherrif [yeah] he should of left me speedin
But now he's not breathin, and I'm still speedin
Lost control, hit a pole, and I'm still speedin
Passed the yield, crash the steel with my grill beatin
[Aren't you married Bugz?] So what bitch, I'm still cheatin
Cause when she ain't given pussy, I'm out thrill seekin
Like yesterday I bought a bag from a real deacon
Left when he started preachin just to freak this puerto rican
I'm a deliquent with my picture hangin at the precint
For stickin up the same deacon each and every weekend
Why the patrick speakin? Bugz you be tweakin
Why you throw up Herman Keefer when yo dick bleedin

[Bizarre]
Wanted in Nashville for two girls that I killed
10 vicodin pills and watch Bizarre Kid get ill
Killing bitch ass niggas in the worst way
Why you tellin' niggas we beefin' bitch your funeral was last Thursday
You dont wanna fuck around with the wrong fools
Your little nieces and nefues will never see a day in pre-school
Your family reunion? Nigga I'm to blame
Cause I'm blasting niggas in carparks with your same last name
Tearing niggas out their frame, that's why we still trippin'
The crews like the Underdog we gotta search for the niggas that be sniffin'
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The first nigga to start will catch two in the heart
Leave y'all niggas open like the 24 hour K-Mart
What ever you niggas want its how I make my mail
We like Telemarketers, we always got something to sell
I hate cops, that's why I blew up donut shops
Who wanna fuck with Bizarre and Bugz in this world of hiphop

[Bugz]
About this cop that was dead
When I was young I was dropped on the head
And barely fed and when I was it was out of a keg
I grew up ugly smackin teachers upside of the head
And caught a flash when T. Stuckey got shot in the leg
I took the gun and beat the officer until he bled
Ate his donuts, drank his coffee up and then I fled
In the police car, and made the hooker give me head
Bust a nut and drove the vehicle up off the ledge
Full steam of head, journeys of the living dead
Now I'm a sinner, that's evident isn't it
The time for a nigga to fuck on for imprisonment
I'll kill the judge with the gavel that he sentenced
A crook ????? who got his own anthem
Raised rowdy, iller than a temper tantrum
A plain stupid, ignorant sub-human
Asshole, who ???? at his own union
One-two'in the kind of shit to leave you ruined
Fuck what you in, and get ya damn face blew in

Hahahaha....

(Bizarre)
Hey Bugz, remember that bitch we raped on the beach?
Don't worry, Johnny something will have us out in a week
But just incase, nigga, that we get arrested
Don't tell 'em shit about the 5-year-old boy that I molested
I confessed it, I was giving the niggas CPR cause he said he's chest was congested
Cause I think I got aids and I need to be tested
(Bugz)
"Man, you can't be telling me that your ass is infected"

[Chorus]

these lyrics are submitted by Jimmy JIB