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letra de who's bad (original) - fuzz scoota

who’s bad? [x9]

i wake up in the morning like “where’s my chrome at?”
roll a joint, smack my ma “b-tch, where the phone at?”
criticize your rhymes, b-tch get your own rap
i hone gats that’ll leave your mind blown back
thinkin you a man because you rent your own shack
i roam mad spots where you can get your bone scratched
it’s a known fact, i rip chromosomes black
remember motherf-cker i know where your home’s at
i throw you off a building, watch your f-ckin dome splat
you sound sh-tty, i take these f-ckin microphones back
you’re all alone black in fact: your mind i own that
whereabouts catch me at the honeycomb shack
hoes be getting mad cause i don’t phone back
the whole clique is soft like f-ckin foam wax
where’s mrs. jones at, we have to have a loan chat
where my comb at, i f-cking pick my own act

who’s bad? [x6]

fuzz scoota, always rip cliques
motherf-cker i’m guaranteed to always rip sh-t
sl!cker then a pimp with a perm checkin dipsticks
see me on the street and get your sh-t split quick
i get bucked wild like i’m ill inflicted
hit pr-cks cause robbin n-ggas is how i get sh-t
tell your momma fuzz ain’t the one to pick with
sh-t’s thick, i kick it with f-ckin misfits
rip sh-t, then i kick it with ms. t-ts
she gets mad because fuzz don’t l!ck cl-ts
b-tch keep talking and you gon get your lip split
write my name on your b-ttcheeks with lipstick
n-ggas overreacting cause we play snippets
knitwit, when this sh-t comes out, go and get it
smoking weed insane, you know we’re with sl!ck rick
lorena bobbitt’s on my team and she’ll chop d-ck quick

who’s bad? [x9]

check the chorus, motherf-cker i ain’t bad
death in your family, cause n-gga yo you rhyme sad
your momma die? motherf-cker i’m glad
i’m on the type of sh-t to make you trash your rhyme pad
where you find that, better yet you mind that
fuzz scoota that n-gga that be makin dimes fast
found ten dollars so i’m a get a dime sack
not a motherf-cker that can tell you i’m whack
swine’s back where the crime’s at, i’m at
my foot in your face like you wanna shoe shine that
tell these motherf-ckers on your block that i’m back
even men like christopher reeves gonna get their spine cracked
miss something? motherf-cker rewind back
baseheads tryin to get at me, cause i’m crack
playin for keeps i won’t give your mind back
hey b-tch, tell me where the food stamp line’s at

- fuzz scoota

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