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letra de it's all bad - bugz

[hook: bugz]
it’s all bad, we’re all bad
we’re all bad
its all bad, you’re all bad
its all bad, we’re all bad

[verse 1: bugz & bizarre]
aimlessly mad, shamelessly bad, blatantly blast
heiness and mad, just your average snake in the grass
ache in the ass, jack kavorkian will do his task
jeffery pheiffer got my [?] to k!ll these old bags
“but why the temper mister?” b-tch don’t make me whip yo ass
don’t ask me nuthin’, or i’m a make these knuckles brass
bust yo’ ass and leave you lygin in the streets screamin
slowly dying while your b-tch is tryin to stop the bleeding (help)
i shot the sheriff yeah, he should of left me speeding
but now he’s not breathing, and i’m still speeding
lost control, hit a pole, and i’m still speeding
passed the yield, crash the steel with my grill beating
“aren’t you married bugz?” so what b-tch, i’m still cheating
’cause when she ain’t giving p-ssy, i’m out thrill seeking
like yesterday i bought a bag from a real deacon
left when he started preaching just to freak this puerto rican
i’m a deliquent with my picture hanging at the precinct
for stickin up the same deacon each and every weekend
why the pastor speaking? “bugz you be tweaking
why you throw up herman keefer when yo d-ck bleeding?”
[verse 2: bizarre]
wanted in nashville for two girls that i k!lled
10 vicodin pills and watch bizarre kid get ill
k!lling y’all b-tch ass n-ggas in the worst way
why you telling n-ggas we beefin’ b-tch, your funeral was last thursday
you done f-cked around with the wrong fools
your nieces and nephews will never see a day in preschool
your family [?]? n-gga i’m to blame
’cause i’m blasting n-ggas [?]
tearing n-ggas out their frame, that’s why we still trippin’
the crews like the underdog, we gotta search for the n-ggas that be slipping
the first n-gga to start will catch two in the heart
leave y’all n-ggas open like a 24 hour k-mart
what ever you n-ggas want it’s how i make my mail
we like telemarketers ’cause we always got something to sell
i hate cops, that’s why i blew up doughnut shops
who wanna f-ck with bizarre and bugz in this world of hip hop?

[verse 3: bugz]
about this cop that is dead
when i was young i was dropped on the head
and barely fed and when i was it was out of a keg
i grew up ugly smacking teachers upside of the head
and caught a flash when t. stuckey got shot in the leg
i took the gun and beat the officer until he bled
ate his doughnuts, drank his coffee up and then i fled
in the police car and made the hooker give me head
bust a nut and drove the vehicle up off the ledge
full steam ahead! journey for the living dead
now i’m a sinner, that’s evident isn’t it
the kind of n-gga too far gone for imprisonment
i’ll k!ll the judge with the gavel that he sentenced
a crook and some who got his own anthem
raised rowdy, iller than a temper tantrum
a plain stupid, ignorant sub-human
assh0l-, who pickets at his own union
one-two’in, the kind of sh-t to leave you ruined
f-ck what you in, and get ya d-mn face blew in
[refrain: bizarre]
hahahaha….

(verse 4: bizarre & bugz)
hey bugz, remember that b-tch we raped on the beach? (uh huh)
don’t worry, johnny cochran will have us out in a week (man i hope so)
but just in case n-gga that we get arrested (wait, what)
don’t say sh-t about this 5 year old little boy that i molested
i confessed it
i was giving him cpr cause the n-gga said his f-cking chest was congested
plus i got aids and i think i need to be tested
“man you can’t be telling me that your ass infected?”

[hook x2: bugz]
it’s all bad, we’re all bad
we’re all bad
its all bad, you’re all bad
its all bad, we’re all bad

- bugz

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