Bad M.F. - Pharoahe Monch

Totally intoxicated when he drove across the state line

Rapper gone insane, story on Dateline

Lost his wits, didn’t take his meds

When they pulled him over, this is what he said

I’m a Bad MotherFucker man (shut your mouth)

Well we talking about Pharoahe

Mashing in that Aston Martin on the Verrazano Narrows

Greatest of all time in the latest apparel

80's baby, ladies crave me on some Mercedes shit

Go tell your favorite rapper eat a bag of baby dicks

They keep singing the same ol' song

I’m a bring 'em the pain for saying the name wrong

Got me going insane I’ma ask you again

Who put these pussies on top

Putting out that pussy music, call it pussy pop

Playing them pussy games, sucker shit

Fucking around but they don’t know just who they fucking wit

I’m a Bad Motherfucker man

Universal, worldwide, you know my circle

Renegade, on the mic I might just murk you

Putting in that work, cause I do work, every verse is a virtue

The best liar told a lie inside a room full of liars

The lie was so exciting that all of the liars admired

When the truth walked in the building every liar retired

Deception was defeated and deceit became deleted

Uh, they mad cause they can’t stop me

Cause I said fuck swag I got moxie

Lyrically ecstasy I got that oxy-contin poppin

They can’t carbon copy or mock me

Reign, independent off the books

Off the chain off the hinge off the hooks

It’s not a game, I’m not a rook

«Y'all Know The Name», you love the look, listen