Written and Recorded by BNF
Bad influence....illness at it's best...?
Lyrics
(Verse: 1)
Dont start shit, cuz look Ill leave you heartless
I bomb harder than any motha fucka regardless
Of age, race, or ethnicity, yall hafta be kiddin me
Thinkin youre on my level and that I would let you spit with me
It aint happnin dawg, ya not Hip Hop
So quit rappin yall, and stop the shit talk
Just cuz I refuse to talk the blat blat BLAOW
Dont mean I wont slap in ya face and wipe that smile
Clean off, SOS muh fucka, we raw
Im the nastiest kid with a mic you ever heard since Adolf
I keep the masses chantin, fantastic passion
Ill make sure somethin drastic happens
Thats the way that I am, keep the mayhem within
Till I pop off and slaughter a thousand and one men
Ya wont stand a chance to dance with the rebel
How plan on beatin me if you cant even slay the Devil
I know how you refer to me
The motha fucka that might vise the mic tight and smite you with ill absurdities
I talk shit, Im conceited
I dont do it cuz Im cocky I do it cuz Im the best to ever speak it
Especially when I get heavenly, higher than a kite
I spit hits thatll split ya ribs and leave ya dying twice
B equals Emcee squared, best believe it
To repeat it is not needed cuz I know you gonna dream it
Youve got two chances of runnin alongside
So pack the pipe right and spit tight when grabbin the mic
You got skill, better prove beyond a reasonable doubt
If not Ill show you the reasons that you were left out
My verbiage alone knocks you off of ya feet
I can split you just with the words without stayin on beat
