Bad 2 tha Bone - D Double E

OH my woooord

Hold tight SX

Big up all the stay fresh mandem

Oh my gooosh

Biduh bup bup

Biduh bup bup

Man’s on the microphone

Bad to the bidah bidah

Bad to the microphone

Bad to the phone

Listen to my lyircal tone

In the microphone

Man’a bad to the biduh biduh

Bad to the microphone

Bad to the biduh biduh

Bad to the microphone

Bad to the bone

Listen to my lyrical tone

Listen to my

Cuz… Cuz…

I think I need pen and paper

Think it time to bun another faker

Do me an MC turn translator

Mix my data with their data

What does that equal, blud imitator

If you deny that blud youre a hater

I can hear your styles getting baiter don’t you know that I’m the originator

Do my ting on the road medicator

Serving food but I ain’t no waiter

Might do my own be making my paper papapa blud I make you do me a favour

Don’t be slipping blud I will take ya

Don’t be sleeping blud i will wake ya

Then send you straight to your maker

That’s when ya get a flight back to Jamaica

Yeah I’mma typewriter, punching out lines just like a typewriter

Don’t feel you cos you’re not my type of writer

Tinks he’s heavy but really you’re lighter

You’re shit plus, furthermore you’re a writer

Without your friend you ain’t really a fighter

You’re just shitting in the diaper

That’s why man don’t lay you down with the sighter

Gonna send for the young with the little bike rider

(???)Send him on a mission to do a score diver (???)

Tell him to lick shots, to use a diver

Let’s see (wh)oo comes out a survivor

(???)Show you all the East,

Ever young coz I ride 'er (???)

Young baby father, still a provider

P’s in the pocket and everything’s lighter

To put a couple shells inside ya

Du du du du dont let me get old school

Just like a builder me carry those tools

Like a sport without no rules

Mandem are running without no balls

And man are getting injured kicked in the balls

You and your team haven’t got no balls

You’re a pussyo blood you ain’t got no balls

Swimming in the deepest end of the pool

Get compp in the deepest end of the tool if you fuck around with the mandem you

fool

Just like the twin towers you’ll fall

Me got the most towers overall

Man will send your head-top over the wall if you try fuck around with the

dirtee stank

I’l come around with a dirty shank

Ready for the war like 30 tanks (I'm ready)

I’m chilling in the alley, holding a leng on my lap and I’m ready to put on the

bally, no dilly dally

You’ll be a memory like Camdem pally

I don’t care if you come with a couple man (I dont care), I don’t care if you

come with ya gyally (I don’t care)

Cos I’m still gonna pull out the strally (Yeah)

And that’s just to make an impression

Im going to give your whole crew the impression the wars not done this is the

first session

I’m a big man I’m no adolescent

So I’m gonna show man and teach man a lesson

Turn this into a western

With a Smith & Wesson glove

There’s no print on the weapon love get none of that round this section

That street fighter 4

What you think they call man the street fighter for?

Man a be stepping like the gears of the war

And we got mashed like the gears of the war

Think its a game like street fighter 4, what you think they call man the street

fighter for?

Man a be stepping like the gears of the war

And we got mashed like gears of the war

It smells a bit warry

Dont watch that cos I’m in the war to

Ready to kick off a world war too

With the generals behind ready fi da war too

Too warry

Dont watch that cos I’m in the war to

Ready to kick off a world war too

With the generals behind ready fi da war too

It smells a bit warry blood

Heard you wanna war me blood

What happened when you saw me blood

It was a whole different story blood

You didn’t wanna war, you ignored me blood

What happened to the plans you had for me blood

All this talk about boring, you’re gonna be the one thats pourin' blood

Do you really wanna see it get, gory blud

Ive heard all these different storys blud

Its too late for sorry, get found in the back of a lorry

So allow the tool show it ain’t morry

You can’t hold me back from glory blud

If I was you I’d worry, I’l make you move somewhere down surrey

And I’m just generally speaking, close your mouth when the general is speaking

Don’t let me catch the enemy when he sleeping, take everything everything I’m

keeping

All of your food and P I’m eating, you get left with your head-top leaking

Before you can get to the leng you are reaching for, man a kick out the door

Into a whip that nobody’s whore

I got your P Leng and goodies

Man overly blacked out in hoodies

And we’re parked up smoking zoogies

Thinking «Could he survive that, could he?»

Nah, we’re just having a laugh

Lets split this ting and a get my half

Everyone gets P’s or my stuff

Super dupe OOOH OOOH

Dirtee t, thats me me

Budebutbut lyrical Super dupe OOOH OOOH

Dirtee t, that’s me me

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