[Intro]
With your bad self
Bad self
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
Bad self, bad self
Bad self
Bad
I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove (Bad)
Bad, bad
Bad self
Bad self
I keep your head bobbing to the psychotic groove

[Verse 1: Tru (AKA E-Tru)]
Rock around the club when my hip hop jumps
I won’t conceal, but reveal my style rotates like a wheel
I’ve got mad, mad styles that come in many different flavors
Others try to test us but they just can't contain us
Play us and you ain’t us
If you don’t, then suck the anus
From here to [?]
I bust in a style then slain us
[?] I cock down and slap, you know who the fuck I am
The original ghetto, yout in cahoot
With a fat drum loop that’s been scooped from an old
45, and, every Saturday night, I have to a-
-live, fed up whisk, black attic
Me and my pussy had to [?] so funny
Just to get some money, it ain’t funny, rude boy
Saturdays are when I play chips, spray ‘til you side away
Book and cover took right away
Like an abused child in the Latter Day
Latter Day thief, now, good grief, I turn a new leaf
[?] give my mama grief
I represent the peeps now with my freestyle, sealing punks
Weighing out my pros and cons
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