BAD BOYS

VERSE 1:
Causing friction, fuck 'em hard, make 'em hurt like dry sex/
they said I rape these cock suckers, I call it surprise sex/
come on, what the fuck, tell me you ain't surprised yet/
I ain't even liqueured up, or sniffed a fucking line yet/

i'm a Bad Boy, ask them rich chicks, from Richmond/
tell me I ain't got the shit, to back it up, when I hit 'em/
they wanna, fuck Bad Boys, and piss off Daddy/
they play their part, give me the goodies, and call me the baddy/

I don't rap for the sake of it, I rap like a blatant prick/
an arrogant big head, who backs it up with this statement it's/
not fucking bullshit, if i've actually did it/-
And yeah, I maybe a prick, but this prick still hit it/-

facts you can't deny, got my grubby fingers pies/
you faggots, clashing my team, you must be fucking high/
'cos we're Bad Boys, the mother fucking type/
to stick Diddy with a syringe, gas his security team, and fuck his wife/

VERSE 2:
We ain't going no where, if one of us gets pinched/
then the other brothers, fuck shit up for him, while his in/
Like a pack of cards, pure diamonds, aces and kings/
you're team's like fanny in the sun, it fucking stinks/

Like shit pussy! We're all Violently Sick/
and we fuck shit up, so be quiet you div/
shit ain't a strip, frontline, it's just a fucking high street/
parole had me on an island, so I pirated these high seas/

you can tell i'm Pieces, i'm a slippery cunt/
with scales ready to weigh up, what ever you want/
i'm just taking the piss, tell your chick, i'll give her the dick/
fisting the fish, whilst sniffing her knicks, now that's violently Sick/

these labels seem desperate, like Kerry Katona/
while i'm counting money on the beach, sipping corona/
cockier than Kanye West, Yeezus/
so all you cunts, can call me Daddy, just like Jesus/

VERSE 3:
I'm a mother fucking rockstar, you wait and see/
i'm gonna bang jew chicks and cheer leaders, like a star from Glee/
and OD, on class A drugs, and a big bottle of bourbon/
after I fuck shit up, like little Kim's surgeon/

Get fucked up, like i'm in the toilets of parliament/
sniffing lines with David Cameron, while i'm spoiling environments/
bringing the tone down, I'll bringing 'em an O down/
Tulisa rings, fuck that, i'm putting the phone down/

it ain't cocaine and caviar, it's crack and kebabs/
in a place where kids get stabbed, for their blue peter badge/
so who gives a fuck if Kate took the Willy, and popped out a George/
he could never be a King in my manor, we're children of War/

Copped a pair of Dre beats, 220's the mugs way/
so little man on the estate, he copped 'em the thugs way/
Fuck Essex, the only way is the drugs way/
we smash champaign bottles over heads, let the blood spray/
'Cos...