Aww, you done did it now 
Chaos you shoulda put this one in the vault man! 
They not ready - they don't know [bad word] man! 
Oh we gonna drop this on 'em right here 
Y'all ain't ready for this, Y'ALL AIN'T READY FOR NONE OF THIS! 

Your boy's a bad man, and we invadin the streets 
Make unclever rappers scurred, they be droppin the heat 
Shocked the world, now I'm standin alone 
I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones 
You can't help but nod your head to the track 
 [bad word] the watered down rap, we be takin it back 
Give it to me straight - ain't no chasin it 
Check yourself in the mirror - ain't no facin it 
Cause you, playin the role and you plannin to fold 
This the masterplan, we got the planet on hold 
We all over the streets like your favorite sneaker 
Breakin up your sound like a drive-through speaker 
Everything that I be spittin is strong 
After I rock, fast forward through the rest of the song 
We the monkeywrench, that's [bad word] your plan 
And don't [bad word] with John Cena - I'm a BAD, BAD MAN 

With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man 
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man 
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man 
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man 

We devils - rockin ambient levels 
We set loose among hot tunes to [bad word] 
And cats got one-liners, I drop several 
And I think it's funny you choose, losin progress 
 [bad word] in place; we makin moves, and y'all settle 
I rip rappers and take responsibility 
for makin future hall-of-famers look third rate 

Y'all are lost for words like conversation on your worst first date 
and ride beats, creep through side streets 
Looseleaf notepads that's where rhymes leak 
Punchlines - man, don't even beg 
I got knee-slappin tracks, y'all [bad word] your leg 
You a rhyme writer - funny man, that's a joke 
You ain't worthy of bein my secretary man that's a quote 
I flood tracks like cracks in boats 
And [bad word] rappers choked up with they own lines in they throat 

With the mic in my hands I'm a bad man 
Even in a fight with the hands I'm a bad man 
Livin in the streets all my life I'm a bad man 
I'm a bad man, I'm a bad man 

TURN UP THE MICROPHONE and see me I'm a beast 
MC's and they beats is what I eat, 16 I'll leave you in the street 
My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet 
It's spreadin up the leg, and headed for the head 
Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion 
is [bad word] with your chosen flows, I'm nice with mics 
My hands'll break your nose like Mikey Tyson 
Fightin in his prime, one rhyme 
And I shake up the room one time, BOOM! To the jaw 
Your face is a coat type raw 
And the blood and snot they mix, jelly on the floor 
My love is cop them bricks, belly on the floor 
I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem 
I solve you, 357 long nose revolve you 
Acid in your face, bad look, dissolve you 
I'm a bad, bad man 

Yeah, check it out 
It's Bumpy Knuckles baby 
And I want you to say hello to the BAD, BAD, MAN - C'MON!