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Too Bad
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Too Bad was released on January 1, 1990 by Nettwerk Music Group as a part of the album Hell With the Lid Off (Bonus Tracks)
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1990
LabelNettwerk Music Group
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM128

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MC 900 Ft. Jesus
MC 900 Ft. Jesus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Griffin
Mark Griffin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Griffin
Mark Griffin
Producer

Lyrics

Every single day, on the same old street
We pass each other by, but our eyes don’t seem to meet
You don’t ever lift your vacant gaze off of the ground
Well here’s a little something that’ll turn your head around
I’ve been watching you buddy, for a long, long time
I know all your twisted thoughts ‘cause I can read your little mind
You’re a perverted, evil menace to society
That’s why the world is so lucky to have people like me
Who can see that your life has very little worth
And you should now be removed from the face of the earth
So I’m coming to see you, but you won’t know when
And I’ll send you someplace that you never been
Your whole life revolves around a big fat lie
Maybe that’s why we never seem to see eye to eye
You’re completely absorbed in your own foolish self
Well you’re gonna find out maybe that’s not so good for your health
‘Cause when you’re heading for your crib with your usual empty mind
I’ll be tiptoeing right along, about three steps behind
You won’t see me, you won’t hear me, you won’t know that I’m there
And if you look over your shoulder I’ll disappear into thin air
Yeah you think you’re pretty safe in your nice suburban home
With your nice suburban car and your cute little mobile phone
I see you’re calling your little girlfriend to ask her for a date
Too bad I already paid her a visit
Too Bad
Too Bad
Too Bad you’re gonna die now ...
I come to your house when you’re asleep
And in through the broken back window I creep
The pale moonlight coming in through the shade
Casts a flickering shadow of a nine inch blade
I feel my way to your bedroom door
Then I glide like a cat across your bedroom floor
The knife comes to rest up under your chin
Where it gently caresses the tender skin
You think you’re still dreaming when you open your eyes
Then you suddenly wake up and feel my steel surprise
And I say, “Hi! I’m MC 900. How ya doin’?
Too bad you’re gonna die!”
Too Bad
Too Bad
Too Bad you’re gonna die now ...
Written by: Mark Griffin
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