All I Think About

　　All I Think About - Bad Meets Evil

　　From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up

　　All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

　　So I go straight at opponents' heads with this anger

　　Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

　　The chopper got about fifty bullets

　　Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you

　　I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?

　　Cause you can get it how you live

　　And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real

　　I still get rid of kids, now that's ill

　　The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles

　　Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you

　　I don't fake mine, I do this the fair way

　　Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display

　　Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away

　　Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar

　　My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar

　　I don't belong to you and I don't care who you are

　　Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints

　　Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins

　　That's besides the point like a shootin' guard

　　Nigga, I'm a rockstar

　　With whoopin' cough

　　(I am) sick, George Clooney wit' a Uzi

　　What kind of a movie star

　　Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he’s hard?

　　"Fuck you doin', you retard?"

　　Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog

　　You swear I knew where the Roofies are

　　The way I drug a bitch through the yard

　　Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred

　　Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar

　　So what you so blunt for?

　　Did you fuckin' fall off, chump? Or did you jump?

　　Or did you just become more

　　Been into a funk, I just become morbid

　　And more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits

　　Pen at the table, I don’t know when I’ll be able to stop

　　Told you from the gate

　　One thought it generally takes and I’m off to the races

　　Wait, mentally stable, hold your fuckin' horses

　　There’s nothin' more disgustin' an animal

　　I just got done snortin' the fuckin' bathroom soap

　　And the tannin' lotion

　　To unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote

　　There’s not a pill for bananas though

　　It’s unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though

　　Actin' like you’re Michelangelo with a fuckin' cordless

　　I think I'm Shredder, so you better better crawl back in your shell

　　Or run 'fore you get injured

　　A fuckin' Ninja Turtle wouldn’t come toward us

　　Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is

　　Cause we’d smoke you on any joint

　　Bad and evil's back, bitch

　　You might experience some shortness of breath

　　As you sit with your lungs punctured

　　Hear their motherfuckin' tears come pourin'

　　If I tell you once more, then you’re done for

　　You’re going to have to learn

　　How to fuckin' hear from a ruptured eardrum

　　Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you’re as dumb as a stump

　　To think we'd come with a trump shortage

　　Bass in your face, bitch

　　Chuck Norris’ nunchucks morph into guns, swords

　　This is what blood sport is

　　The goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, shogun warriors

　　God damn, the Slaughter boy general

　　Once I slaughter it, you couldn’t un-slaughter it

　　Once I order a hit, you couldn’t un-order it

　　Hit's an order, this the consortium

　　From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up

　　All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

　　So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this anger

　　Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

　　If I don’t got no more drama, bitch, I’m a fish outta water bottle

　　After all these guys I slaughter

　　Applause is gettin' louder, how the fuck did this happen?

　　I never rapped for bitches, how's it my audience now is broader?

　　Devil without a cause, rebel without a pause

　　I am a kaze without the kami

　　You wouldn’t be a G if it cost me a thousand dollars

　　Infrared in my pencil lead

　　But always keep an extra one stocked though

　　In the back pocket and both of 'em locked

　　And they're loaded, like cocked twin Glocks that I’m holdin'

　　You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon

　　Fuckin' punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and rollin'

　　Cause Elvis ain’t left the buildin' yet, I’m still a villain

　　You feel a threat when I step in and kill a set in a millisec

　　With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black belt

　　And kung fu, protect your neck and

　　Respect the gun rule

　　Read in the Art of War book 'bout Sun Tzu

　　You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here long

　　Rapunzel (get over it)

　　Look, bitch, I got the bands in my pocket

　　And the drum roll poppin', that's...

　　That’s overkill, I keep the kill under me

　　I keep the chill one degree

　　I hit you with a hook that’ll make you see threes

　　You realize as soon as you beat me that you didn’t

　　Yeah, there’s still one of me, I'll meat slap you

　　That’s a recap view, that’s normal embarrassing

　　And you slap me, that’s knee-slap humor, that’s hardly hilarious

　　So we scrap over you lying like a feline cub in a forest

　　Cherishing a kill from a dominant male

　　And I’m born with Malaria

　　Form of Lou Gehrigs

　　To torture and terrify corporate America

　　Poor little Erica

　　In the morning the sheriff's and Law Enforcement

　　Will find one fourth of her buried

　　Under a barrier of the kitchen floor

　　With the stairs in an outdoor wooded area

　　From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up

　　All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

　　So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this anger

　　Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

　　Back then, hoes didn't want it

　　Now black Benz all hid in corners

　　My spectacular, vernacular

　　I spit like giving Ex-Lax to a Dracula

　　Let me translate, I’m tryna find me a bitch

　　And then I’m sucking on her neck while she naked

　　And then I’m shitting on her

　　And I’m getting boners from what I’m spitting

　　Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota

　　Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers

　　Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are flipping

　　A time bomb with a nervous ticking

　　Another murder victim, I flirted with them first

　　And burrr-stick ‘em, I burn up if I try to step up inside a Church Chicken

　　*scratching noise* wanna *scratching noise* making sure any who battle me crawl away

　　Assault and battery holiday, and just when you’re thinking that’ll be all I say

　　I’ll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogy

　　But I disappear as quick as Natalie Holloway

　　It’s my mentality all the way, I’m normally a suicide mission to try dissin'

　　But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the time

　　In the articles that you write which is why I never reply, cause he died shitting

　　So-a, shitting, I'm spitting my infinite supply of written bonafide

　　Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in your eyelid and fuck it

　　Switch subjects, moving on to the next one its, Ch- Chucky

　　Who wanna play with number one overall, Kid Cudi

　　A psycho buddy who might go nutty ‘cause he don’t like nobody

　　His knife's so bloody ‘cause he just sliced somebody

　　Pull out the Schick Hydro and

　　In light of what he, just said, this for those who even kinda want it

　　Cause for this man, I would take a lighter

　　And light up all of my Lighter money

　　You can call it pyro money, "Hi Rihanna"

　　I mean wait, "Hi Tianna", wait, "Hi Tatiana", shit

　　I gotta problem I don’t like, it's called fuck a model-itis

　　Who pussy the tightest?

　　That’s amazing, sit your ass down

　　I don’t like the pussy too tight

　　Get the fuck outta here and have some babies

　　Vocabulary still ill, the 911 still will

　　It’s all yellow with the black stripe, kill bill

　　I’m so far ahead of the skills here

　　I’m getting ready for my past life

　　I’m the real deal

　　Like Holyfield, think you irreplaceable? Bite it (that’s overkill)

　　'Till I keel over like somebody stuffed roadkill and

　　Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the deal

　　I’m not about to sit and go through the whole spiel

　　Of how I’m, how I’m cold steel like a old cold snowmobile

　　And no feeling, it’s so jovial

　　But don’t be one of those who mistake me for a joke, it’s so for real

　　It’s what I told the phoney emcee before I broke his will

　　Drove a drill through his skull to see his soul

　　Told him when I snap like a photo

　　He’ll get exposed like a roll of film

　　Now here he goes again, oh

　　I’m so trill, I’mma get the hoes again

　　Like Buffalo Bill's, bitch you didn’t put lotion in

　　The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old widow

　　With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk then

　　Smoke billows I lit up...ah, fuck it