Album Name

SHADYXV

Artist

Various Artists, Bad Meets Evil

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2014.11.24

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Vegas - Bad Meets Evil
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Got a shit eatin' grin
Bitch show me them
itty bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did
we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity bitch you need to run
and go get your frigity friends
I'm lookin' at your bum
stickity bum hun
The mickity mack's bickity
back don't act wickity wack
You can get the fickity finger
the middle
You little dizzy bitch sit
and spig a tee spin
Got a 6 o'clock cravin'
stop get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an
unbelievable night
I called it surreal
Sir Mix a Lot tape in
Hit the spot spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed
a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka shit
Yeah that little chick is
hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot
I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I licked her
she'd try to chase me Ha ha
What are you pit rott mixed
Or you just got fixed
well shit then let's lip lock
If not then chick piss off you
snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit
cause you're in heat
Well bitch if you're solar
then I'm your polar opposite dog
Cause I'm colder than
popsicle sticks poppin' shit
Talkin' it walkin' it spit boxin'
My sick thoughts are
'bout to lick shots
like this shit's hoppin'
And drip droppin'
in chocolatey whip toppin'
So whether you're hip hop
Slipknot BIG Pac
Kid Rock Kris Kross Rick Ross
you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask
who it is when
this shit knocks Turn up
So bring clairvoyance
to this bangin' and
I'm a keep on sayin'
All the shit I should be hung for
and probably killed for sayin'
And I probably will but
not until the day I pop a pill again
Like choppin' 'til I'm droppin'
Still if that
don't do the job of killin'
Shady then the karma will
They sayin' I must bring it
as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done
eat away my brain
And made me
Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia
but you rockin' with a sadist
Hate to say this but
if the thought is entertainin'
I ain't stoppin' till we sprayed it
Oh my god for real man
not again I'm shakin'
But before I tie a rope
around this nob
If they don't like it got a knob
that they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot
what I was thinkin'
What's it called again I'm blankin'
The thing above the balls
between my legs
And I think
that I can feel it dangling
it's throbbing and it's veiny
Wait I think that I got it okay bitch
I got you Robin Williams hangin'
Go hang in the lobby
unless you came to slob me
Come on kemosabe
It's past time
like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit
she remains on my dick then
she grab me by the nuts
and tried to take
my sausage as a hostage
Ain't it obvious
Pretty much a no brainer
Or should I say Cobainer
That she's plain addicted to
my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Gotta wean her off it weiner off it
like she took my fucking penis
chopped it and stuck it up
between her armpits
And she begun
to swing a crumpet knife
and paint the carpet
at least that's what
her train of thought is
Cause I came saw conquered hit
it quit it and made up
a plate of bonkers
And I always end up giving
these bitches a complex
And I don't mean apartment
So spread your feet apart
And let me see you do
some yoga stretches splits
Now grab this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast bitch
that's a prerequisite
And that's just to get in
this bedroom bitch
Walked up to that
Kesha chick what up
Said my name is Booger
wanna catch a flick
I'll even let you pick
make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog
these new tricks
To get familiar with
I'll learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch oops
I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist
like the neck
of the freaking exorcist
Cha cha cha
Bitch I said that this mask
ain't for hockey
Hate Versace Versace
I got Munchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick
don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf girl I said you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch shut the fuck up
and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick
while I take a shit
And I think with my dick
so come blow my mind
And it tastes like humble pie
So swallow my pride you're lucky
just to follow my ride
If I let you run
alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki grab
you by the wrist let's ski
So what's it gon' be
Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' blow
that rape whistle on me
Squee I love it
'Fore I get lost with gettin' off
Like this is our exit now
lets hit the highway
and try not to get lost
'Till we get to Las Vegas
Party do it 'till tomorrow
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
Party do it 'till tomorrow
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
Party do it 'till tomorrow
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
Party do it 'till tomorrow
Vegas
Whatever happens here stays here
So let's go all the way dear
Til we get to Las Vegas
Whatever happens in my room
it stays in my room
like movie night like cable
Treat every women
in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite
and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the Days
Inn it's Hot Vegas
We roll in circles
and packs we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend
I got a toy then
I'll bring it with me
when I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna
meet a nice neighbor
I'm so Jay Electronic
I'm cut like I'm all out of razors
And all I got is a gun left
with a bayonet on it
Neck so frozen it look like
I walked in a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars
with your mama
And sat down did an ALS
challenge haaaan
I stole that adlib
from French Bad and Evil
back at it again
About to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber
with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the sand
If you ain't been through nothing
Then that shouldn't mean
nothing to you like
likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy
purring like the pipes
on a Lamb
Weed got her so chinky eyed
Look like she been getting high
on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on
while I'm fucking
Sound like
I'm shaking up dice in a can
Listen though this ain't Christmas
I make you my ex miss
If this is my passion
I learn to give those
who don't appreciate my presence
The gift of my absence
I don't know
who you been listening to
Got me fucked up like
Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch I don't give a two shits
Bitch get the fuck out of my face
To make a long story short
I don't really gotta stand there
And listen to you while
you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have
an affinity for a witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay
like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up she misunderstood me
I said Saint por favor
Thought I said the
Wraith had four doors
I knock a nigga face off
Give him the bottom of the nine
like a baseball scoreboard
whatever I leave the club
with my tab still open
Won't even get a cab
for you and your friend
The only fear I have is of loathing
And I won't even kick in
'till we get to Las Vegas
Party do it 'till tomorrow
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
Party do it 'till tomorrow
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
Party do it 'till tomorrow
Vegas
'Till we get to Las Vegas
Party do it 'till tomorrow
Vegas
Whatever happens here stays here
So let's go all the way dear
Til we get to Las Vegas