Hook (2x):
Bad to the bone, b-b-b-bad to the bone
She got good intentions, but she bad to the bone
Bad to the bone, b-b-b-bad to the bone
She got good intentions but she bad, she bad
Verse 1:
Bad to the bone, but got good intentions
I can set foot alone, I don't need permission
Lose the inhibition, this a new edition
If you don't come correct you in a bad condition
Vision all be honed when you roam my dome
I know season's unpredictable, it's all unknown
Getting by to survive that's the way to go
Only smoke high grade I’m on the honor roll
Skeletons in my closet and they all well-dressed
The best of the rest so you cannot contest
I'm a mess at its best, with a demeanor so fresh
You might call on the Almighty when I show you my specs
I'm a fiend in the scene, also, menace supreme
They ask "Girl why so mean" I reply "What you mean?"
Understand that you don't get it you ain't one of my kin
But behave if you piss me off I'm pulling the skin of all you
Chickens, who can't make their own decisions
I’m on a mission with a Pilsen, kill you with a reason
I be purging with a passion, ain't built to show compassion
Death grip, choke on your hope, now this ain't a joke
Breaking necks when I walk while I hold a rope
Knot it up on an Oak, don't you slip on the slope
Got respect then you're safe but if you don't then your smoked
Sippin coffee on your coffin fore I get to work
Slick smirks when your hardwork hits the dirt
I emerged from the Earth this another rebirth
So let me hit the verse imma show you who the illest
The meanest with the rhythms she dont care about your feelings
No bluffing I be betting it all, since the beginning
Might be cunning but I'm keepin it raw, aint no pretending
Send my message to your masters, I'm built to bring disasters
Repeat hook
Verse 2:
Bad to the bone, bouta own the throne
I'm not quick to condone all your worthless moans
Kids claim they know the game but they don't belong
You clowns and clones won't be around too long
So say your prayers to your god or gods for salvation
A world of mortal bots are bound for damnation
Savor the sensation, my flavor a temptation
You be frontin at the back as you sing my tone
I be getting gone. I be staying stoned
A monsoon on the way and you be getting blown
When they ask for a number: I ain't got a phone
A label tryna get me signed but I dropped the call
If you an animal I'm a cannibal
A beast on the beat with tha highest calibre
Middle finger on the trigger we gon feast on your cadaver
Breathe 6 feet under dirt. Clean your name off the Earth
Cease permanently, I'm gon wipe you out
Daggers on your heart and kidney and your whiney mouth
You can try and try to try me betta plan it out
All of this is just a preview of the dirty South
Watch me hustle, watch me grind, watch me walk the talk
Your chick tryna get to know me guess I blocked the cock
My lines straight to your chest give u a heart attack
Knock you out like you just took a Xanny pack
And I'm back on the track I can never relax
While you catering that fake shit I be stating facts
Think you heavy when I checked your contribution is blank
Play my tunes on your party where we're all wearing black
RIP Rot In Pain, you're the one to be blamed
I got good intentions, bet you know why you have been slayed
RIP Rot In Pain, you're the one to be blamed
I got good intentions, now you know why you have been slayed
Repeat hook
