Bada Bing

Not a lot of bling when he do the thing

Bada boom, bada bing

From the womb to the tomb

Get that ricotta

Bada bing, bada boom

Doom, your reputation precedes you

Wait till you crack and see what we do, you dweeb, you

No pun intended, takes one to know one, well no, it's unscented

Yo son, demented when them sent it from the other time

Before everybody and they mother rhyme

What a crime, beats is the same way

Make 'em wanna hit the streets with the heat for a lame's pay

Game day, flag on the play, improper helmet

Drag on the suede from the gem drop of well spit

He didn't listen, titty kissing, the city glistened

Depending on what from what position you're sitting

In the pissy wind, is this thing whistling?

Who let the spinning, whispering jinn in?

The villain again? Without a doubt

That's his name, don't play it out

Or spray it when you say it out your mouth

Then gave him a cold shoulder for a hour

And told him take a gold shower for faking funk, soul power

Stocky, short and cocky

Looked like Apollo Creed after he fought with Rocky

Rhymed in a broken English slang, not cockney

Thirteen, his first queen wore hot knock knees

Had to tell her pops, yo stop cockblocking, B

Hold something for your daily yay habit

Then go, bada bing bing bing like ricochet rabbit

How 'bout the sicko say stab it?

There's liquor in the cabinet and a slicker for the crab pit

And Heineken, I told him much obliged friend

What I gotta spend if I only touch her thighs then?

Why his eyes widened?

He didn't know your man had a nice surprise hiding

Took pride in riding in a sly wise guy grin

Real recognize real

On the microphone or wheels of mechanized steel

Please, at least respect your ideals

How you got her walking along the stroll in high heels?

He said her mamma was getting old

God bless her poor soul, now no more drama is your role

Straight to the head

He know a lot of haters can't wait till he dead

Lead to gold, like a ho to a strange whack housewife

Only thing he know, it changes back though, how trife

Rules is rules, don't go there

Stay on sale like a old coat made of mohair

Keep a snotty chicken on E, the Lone Ranger

Why everybody always picking on Danger?

And Doom, maybe it's him

Called up my lady, told her baby it's slim

Make me up a margarita, I need to take a swim

Tell them kids remember school, if they let 'em out, cool

But get the hell from out the pool

Hey ****head, it's me again

And you know what? I just heard, it's all done now

And somehow, I guess you must have lost my number

You know what? You suck

You suck, your music sucks

And I hate your sucky stupid metal face

I hope you burn, you're going down

This is the last big mistake you'll ever make

You suck, I hate your guts

But if there is another project in the future please keep me in mind

Thank you

Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped

Or even a wreath for my dukes on some grief crap

I suggest you change your diet

It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it

Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease

It ain't no starting back once arteries start to squeeze

Take the easy way out phony until then

They know they wouldn't be talking that baloney in the bullpen

So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this

They talk a wealth of **** and they ain't never seen the justice

That was off the beat

Bust this like a cold milk from out the toilet

Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he's boil it

He be better off on PC glued

And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood

Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed

Food, we need food

'Cause I can't stop that pimpin' anymore

I forgotten what I started pimpin' for

There you go