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WELCOME 2

Yeah (yeah), told you we'd be (told you we'd be back), welcome to hell (welcome to hell)...

There's a switch I flip cut off, so cold I done froze my butt off
and this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet, like squirtin' a squirt gun in the ocean- fuck off!
other words, I ain't put a dent in the game compared to the I have yet to do
as long as you have feelings to hurt, I'll be around as long as you let me get to you
as long as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb you a false alarm
get scant little piss ants and see if I don't along and stomp your farm
thunder and lightening, rain hail sleet with a tornado's the kind of brain I get
so when wind starts blowin', shit about goin' in? Goin insane's more like it
wizard of words when he spits with it, like a disastrous blizzard
so you better listen quick fast or miss it, yeah go ahead prick bastard dis it
but when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow don't ask how of his passion is it
that goes in, it just know that all he know is, that it's better to ass than kiss it
Dick Dastardly of audacity, mental unmatched it has to be
stopped but it can't be, but man i can't just keep doin' 'em that or no one 'll rap with me
one, you ask who is it?

Guess who just came through the you bitches?
With the the book of Mathew, a book of matches lightin' 'em under white linen
you about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic ask you to it
and you got handed own ass, your ass in your own hands, I'm sure they gonna laugh when you going to the bathroom wit it
now wit what, would you against us better be
somethin' a big foot pedigree
easily these are the reasons that we need to be in ya'll
each region breeds the MC's that wanna be them means that they wanna breathe our air
these ideas
anybody thinking the game don't need, the Bad and the Evil regime, that's saying that the Bad Boy Piston team didn't need Isaiah...

Shit piss and bleed this it's a breed of MC's I swear
beware there's too much at stake and to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
you can kiss my ass and shit stains out my underwear that I don't wear...

It's gotta' be no fair, it's like hitting the lottery, oh
who you know hotta' gotta' be no pair
shotty I got 'ol lobotomy your hair
classic it smother it, read it and weep then perhabs you will have no rebuttal in
fact you seein' me in this rappin' is like sayin' Tlla Tequila can like Jazmine Sullivan

Back to your skull again
push a bitch out the Aspen and her "get the fuck outta dodge" (Dodge Aspen)
shouldn't have to my metaphors you has beens are duller than
color that ain't colored in, second and third fourth wind got another wind
here they come again, none other than Bad and also known as Saddam and Osama Bin
it's been a long but I bet that neither one of us have felt sicker than we do right known
and we only get iller with time me, and Nickel fuckin' shit up on a dime, so us to pipe down's
like talkin' to a meth head, Bruce Willis on his death bed last breath with an
fightin' it while he's watchin' internet porn to meet his death with an errection
my God, what I mean is David Carradine jackin' his in front of his tripod
chokin' his own neck, what part you don't I'm sayin' I die hard!

When you listening to my bars, but the f-ir-
e, coming out your iPod, we come up in the place chicks heads start like motherfuckin' white walls

Gotch your mother suckin' my balls, while we fuck each other, we punch each in the eyeballs
and I never I'm

The 5'9 and the fire Marshall, we spit with an intensity to shit down
in the industry two different entities with a propensity to put these n-u-t's up of your fuckin' mouth...Aw shit. Stop it. Yo, Welcome to the CD.