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letra de big bad man - adam warrock

[verse 1]
fake gangsta no thanks ta
how mommy raised him since those early days
back when santa brought him all his presents
he got a toy gun for christmas
point it at his sister (what?)
they just dismissed it
boys will be boys
cowboys and indians
call of duty score risin’ up into the millions
he got headshots splattered to the heavens
washed like water off the brain in a second
he’s getting older now so now he’s bumping weight
a time to make the football team, life’s feelin’ great
he threw a touchdown, praise be to jesus
state champions rolling three deep in the beamer
so when you mess with him, it didn’t matter
cause he’s bigger and he’s badder
and if he isn’t then he’s got the steel
right by his nightstand all days
pointed at the mirror
what you seeing there always

[chorus]
big bad man with a gun in his hand
with an itchy trigger finger don’t be testing him man
big bad man with a gun in his hand
you don’t understand yo yeah

[verse 2]
skinny kid girls laughed when they saw him
and the anger grew deep inside the places that’s darkest
the light never shined cept the fl1cker of the screen
posted up on 4chan they know what he means
drew sketches of the bullies that took his lunch money
red sharpies represent the blood running
the therapists they try, and parents couldn’t help
cause inside that child couldn’t see a bit of himself
psychopath, damien, omen child
dressed all in black only stayed in his domicile
up in his room watched the clock tick seconds by
father kept a gun loaded made him wonder why
sick and tired twisted inside just to decide
who’s life he’d take first: theirs or mine
they used to laugh at the skinny little dude
but now when they see me got a different att-tude

[chorus]
big bad man with a gun in his hand
with an itchy trigger finger don’t be testing him man
big bad man with a gun in his hand
you don’t understand yo yeah

[verse 3]
model citizen wanted to do his part
went to private school every night prayed to god
dreamed that one day, he’d keep the people safe
with a badge up on his chest
and a uniform the same as every other one
did his best to make it in this cold, cold world
beat across the tracks as the popo first
and each perp spit in his face
and the people used to scream and yell
bright flashing lights meant
a different kind of thing to them
hate it grew thicker
the love it grew rotten
the duty it grew sicker
the badge it meant nothin’
he walked his beat and har-ssed the kids with dark skin
hated them for representin’ what he grew to despise
and at the crawl saw a shadowy figure
had the piece point blank
told him not to move a finger
not even sure if the trigger even slipped
serve and protect the second amendment

[chorus]
he’s just a big bad man with a gun in his hand
with an itchy trigger finger don’t be testing him man
big bad man with a gun in his hand
you don’t understand
what

- adam warrock

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