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time machine - bad45 lyrics

1st verse:
i make you go crazy like britney
shave your head
sniff some c0ke
leave you drowning in the tub like whitney
i got the bomb, y’all been warned
i stomp on your melon like king kong
throw away the baton
grab my machete, i’m back on
my bullsh-t, m-th-f-cka it’s on
thought i finally grew up or something
m-th-f-cka, you’re dead wrong
been gone for too long
time to handle this swarm
of p-ssies and sissies
i just miss these
times when missies were missies and emcees
kept these b-tchaz in check
now all i hear is whack, let’s take it back
to a time when people k!lled it on a track
i stand corrected
i never should’ve let
people fill me up with these whack
thoughts about me being inappropriate, fortunately
i haven’t forgotten who i was, yet
there’s enough time left
so i’ma go back to do what i do best
kick a b-tch in her chest
easy, take a breath
you wouldn’t wanna mess up this nice dress
look in my eyes, no less
determined than six years ago
still got that piercing flow
att-tude still piercing cold
cl-ssic thrill like rear window
i show no fear: hero
no matter where me go
no fake
i run the show like shakespeare, fo’ sure

hook x2:
hop in my time machine and i’m
taking you back to the theme of the millennium
k!lling off the present, rewrite the future and um
put the mic in my hand, watch me spew my venom

2nd verse:
now how can i possibly top this first verse?
being on top of my game is probably my worst curse
i get a hard c-ck, see to you it’s just words
if i don’t spit, needa see a doc with a lush nurse
more than just an urge, see it’s a must, must disturb
your world, disappear and re-emerge
designated for this since my day of birth
and i ain’t faded till they put me in that he-rs- – yeah
that’s right, i’ma keep spitting till my mouth is dry
in the booth dripping wet like an aroused dyk-
tears, blood and sweat i put it all in
poker face is on but sometimes you gotta go all-in
so i’m calling out ninety percent of the rappers, y’all just stalling
keep claiming you be balling, i’ll line you up against the wall and
hire some people for body hauling
because the pile is quite overwhelming

bridge x2:
one f-ggot, two f-ggots, three f-ggots, four
keep disposing ‘em but there’s still coming more
five f-ggots, six f-ggots, seven and three more
can you lend a hand? i think we need to mob the floor

hook

- bad45 lyrics

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