Bad - 91

Welcome to your Doom

It is our pleasure to give you nothing more

And nothing less

Than blood

My potion

Will put

A spell on you

My web

Has caught

A monster or two

Im slick

Im sly

You can call me wicked

Bring your kiddos to the show

You can count your tickets

I’m Bad

Imma ghoul

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But ill grind yours up and make em my own

I’m Bad

Demons and beasts

They gather in the night

To summon up the hoard

To snuff out the light

Put your kids to bed

Before it arrives

The darkness is coming

And none can survive

Bats wing, troll fat

Concoct a magic potion

The witches drink it down

Begin their evil motion

Broom sticks in the sky

And monsters on the land

No one can control

The rage of the damned

Hol, Hol, Hol, Hol

Hold on got the kickback

Got the bag need a kit kat

Now it dont matter if you turn the porch light on

Ill be all inside of your home

Have you heard of a goon

Maybe a goblin

Im a mothafuckin problem

You don’t wanna try to solve it

Solute to this solvent

Chemistry if you got

Now heres a history project

Tell your girl to grab her bonnet

Shakespeare this is a sonnet

Outterspace im supersonic

Sound off i break the wall

Cheers to the ones tryna ball

Do the humpty make em fall

Fuck it all

Ask my secretary who called

And if it ain’t the money i dont care

Screen em all

My doll

My dear

Its tough love I fear

Venesin into vengeance

Youngin you betta listen

Might need divine intervention

In the church I shoulda listened

Now its blood on my shoes

And I like how it glisten

I’m pimpin

I’m pippin

I’m Jordan in his prime

Shout out to Lebron

Might be the don

Don’t Call me a con

Just send me a sign

My potion will put a spell on you

My web has caught a monster or two

Im slick im sly

You can call me wicked

Bring your kiddos to the show

You can count your tickets

Im Bad

Imma Ghoul