Bad Hare Day Lyrics

P-O-S, Piece of shit, etch it on my urn

I've earned that term from Birth till I burn

No clones, I'm shown, don't nobody like me

Ain't nobody like me, lynch mobs come attackin'

Mental vampire, stayin' up all night

I'm searchin' victims with syringes full of venom in em call me sinner top villain

I take the credit of a bandit, I edit it

As I hand it to the next generation of the nation

But am I really fuckin' myself, aggravated

I ain't got no time to sit back and medicate it

I'm a Caucasian, never owned a plantation

Don't stick your finger in my face like I owe reparation

We all in this shit together, worse or better

So you better write a letter to the head before the top severed

Hit your bottom crane, feelin' tired inside

So hollow, need a sleepin' pill to swallow

Yo hand me that liquor

Watch y'all want, from me

Dancin' around everything you speak

Don't put it on God, put it on me

As I stroll along in mystery

And if I gotta tell you once

Better not tell you twice

If a third time never comes

Pack your bags and run

Rabbit, run

Rabbit, run

Not a gun, but a knife

Silent K for the kill

Might Kill Myers here tonight

Jump suit, jumpin' suits

In they ties, no comply

I deny, that's why I never signed

On the dotted lines

Not adjacent to a Dreddy

David dBrain, unlegendary

Repeated name, and I bring blood to the eyes of Mary

Not scary

I'm the opposite, especially predominant

Checkmate on enemies

And overturnin' their debate

Bunch Of fakes, snowflakes

Hurt by some words

I ain't even got a curse

To offend metoo nerds

I say what's on my mind

Make it fun of liberal lives

So concerned that I'm conservative

check the archives

Nuttin there to find

Empty files in the back

Stacked with some burned CDs from the past

Playin' old tracks

I had a flashback

Thinkin' bout the pact

That we made as a pack

What y'all wantin' from me

Dancin' around everything you speak

Don't put it on God, put it on me

As I stroll along in mystery

And if I gotta tell you once

But I better not tell you twice

And if a third time never comes

Pack your bags and run

Rabbit, run

Met A lot of crooked people in the music industry

Who try to get the best of me

Intimidate with bigotry

And morphin' me to be as bad as them

Times ten

No friend suspects

Squash them all like insects

In the streets

Passin' out flyers

Front of dyers

Like suppliers

With desire to acquire

We had fire

Sellin' tickets for admission

To complete the mission

Just so we can get a couple minutes

On the stage for recognition

It's a lot of salty enemies

Bad for my cholesterol

Deleted out my diet

Bitch

Fuck em' all

Buck em all

Grow strong every week

Never weak

Never miss a beat

On a beat

That I'm treatin' like a trick

Bout to whoop it like a Memphian

On a binge

Bring it back to dark

Kills

Motherfucker

Lots Hot

Grave plots

No shots

Top spot

Rain drops Plop

Grab a mop

Back to the swap

Meet a pawn shops

What y'all wantinfrom me

Dancin' around

Everything you speak

Don't put it on God

Put it on me

As I stroll along

In mystery

And if I got to tell you once

And I better not tell you twice

And if a third time ever comes

Pack your bags and run