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bad behaving - ace sixck lyrics

intro
ace si(x)ck boyy!
(assh0l*!)

chorus
back to bad behaving as i’m back on the beat!
i’d smack a senior citizen, then sn*tch out his t**th!
pull a car to the median, park it halfway between the streets
so passing by vehicles can crash into it! ha!

back to bad behaving as i’m back on the beat!
the neighborhood assh0l* who gets under your skin!
ain’t no asylum that’s containing him in!
well, speaking of the devil
there he goes again!

verse 1

i’m risky when i’m hammered on that tennessee whiskey!
mixed with hennessy? menacing!
i’m an animal that cannot be held back with a leash
p*ssing myself, falling out of this ottoman
bothering lotta men in this bar again
escorted by security to the parking lot where my car is in
i’m slobbering, hollering, like a re**rd again!
i hear some teenagers encouraging this hooligan to bottom
another shot and threw a smirnoff at him!
must’ve had a lobotomy!
for the sake of god, i cannot recall what happened after
i swallowed that in!
it’s morning…
i’m crawling out the garbage
stink of vomit on the mouth
stretching body as i growl
i reach into my pocket
and a card is what i found…
a number and a name, with the words saying*
“call him.”
wait
is this supposed to be my calling card!?
so what i’m an alchoholic!?
this is my motherf*cking bar!
it’s supposed to be catastrophic!!
f*ck outta here!
chorus
back to bad behaving as i’m back on the beat!
i’d smack a senior citizen, then sn*tch out his t**th!
pull a car to the median, park it halfway between the streets
so passing by vehicles can crash into it! ha!

back to bad behaving as i’m back on the beat!
the neighborhood assh0l* who gets under your skin!
ain’t no asylum that’s containing him in!
well, speaking of the devil
there he goes again!

verse 2
i pick the phone up out the pocket
blurry eyes
hit the digits on the dial, (*ring ring*)
“hi!”
and before i could say anything
he replies *
“537 paper st. be here at 9.”
so i
hobbled along until i found the house
looked like it was supposed to get torn down
boarded up windows, no locks on the door
no neighbors around!
paper mills and warehouses
no foliage for miles
looked like it’d taken a beating itself
water shortage…circuits sparking…
but that to me was a better option than
living up to the conditions of modern environment
splurging dollars on inanimate objects?
that’s embarrassing
like…i’d rather get smacked till i black out
than having to live off of handouts!
standing in this inn amongst ya’ll i can’t stand it so i *
swung a bat at a gang member, then
laughed at the madness that was
waiting to happen!
i guess i’m *
chorus
back to bad behaving as i’m back on the beat!
i’d smack a senior citizen, then sn*tch out his t**th!
pull a car to the median, park it halfway between the streets
so passing by vehicles can crash into it! ha!

back to bad behaving as i’m back on the beat!
the neighborhood assh0l* who gets under your skin!
ain’t no asylum that’s containing him in!
well, speaking of the devil
there he goes again!

verse 3
we make our way to the bas*m*nt of lou’s tavern
lay out the rules
then let off our cools and
go loose cannons!
to some we are lunatics, fools, goons and manner*less
a regular guy, who never knew inside of him
the real bruce banner lives
we bring him to life!
and salvage him of the prison he’s built in his mind
this sh*t is too intimate to the bare knuckle fist swingers
this hit us with a high, very unlike the various drugs give us!
now
it’s the turn of this suburbia’s word twister
he struts to the center
the first hit was near perfect, he missed it!
took a knee to his chest, he’s winded!
lethal kick to his head, he’s finished!
and that’s when i get up and clear the mess i put myself in
walked to my office, to the boss’ cabin
blood off my lips, i wipe it smirking
threw a right to his tragus and left a permanent tilt
in his neck…like my writing cursive!
in each one of us lurks a tyler durden
waiting to come alive in person
and that’s when i get *
chorus
back to bad behaving as i’m back on the beat!
i’d smack a senior citizen, then sn*tch out his t**th!
pull a car to the median, park it halfway between the streets
so passing by vehicles can crash into it! ha!

back to bad behaving as i’m back on the beat!
the neighborhood assh0l* who gets under your skin!
ain’t no asylum that’s containing him in!
well, speaking of the devil
there he goes again!

back to bad behaving as i’m back on the beat!
i’d smack a senior citizen, then sn*tch out his t**th!
pull a car to the median, park it halfway between the streets
so passing by vehicles can crash into it! ha!

back to bad behaving as i’m back on the beat!
the neighborhood assh0l* who gets under your skin!
ain’t no asylum that’s containing him in!
well, speaking of the devil
there he goes again!

- ace sixck lyrics

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