Bad Character, Good Company
[Intro:]
With a seven, it's heaven
With a eight, straight great
With a nine, it's fine
With a ten, you win, (2x)
I got sickness on my breath, bitches in my face
But I'm just trying to do my work, listen, indicate
Make a couple shakes in the g-bo later
Wouldn't be surprised if my lungs had craters, (4x)
Give the people recognition who were there when I needed 'em, what up?
(Bad character, good company,)
I lost myself a long time ago, could you find me?
(Bad character, good company,)
[Verse:]
Fuck flipping burgers, I'm stressed in the gutter murks
Mind wave surf, with every death, there's another birth
When every shell has a hermit and every shoulder a burden
You know yourself as a person and can't get over soul-searching
What makes it worse? Got too many in my thinking space
Remember when I was walking down to the rink for skating
Remember when I used to be a little singing baby
Now everybody around me saying I'm getting famous
I'm barely getting bigger faces, no Benjamin Franklins
And I'm still praying for the day I can get it and bank it
I got the elbow grease, this is the minute I crank it
Faithfull homies, no reason to quit 'til I make it
I heard this foolie try to say he's Lou Cain
Give him a new brain, mine is from Saddam Hussein
Walk in, just heard someone mention my exes name
So don't be surprised if you see me step away
I've been ripping shit apart from back in fourth grade
Ever since I got in trouble 'cause I brought my fucking blade
I was a little asshole, I would not obey
Smarting off to teachers, trying to see if they would cave
Learning ain't the same
All these wannabe professors go portray proclamations that we're failing ourselves
But everyday I see every head down, attention is never paid
To get away from your monotone, I think of getting laid
Step back or get sprayed with the AK
You think I got it? Bitch, I'm cackling like "Bang, bang,"
Lay him down, I can make his brain say "Hey"
Make him a slave, think he's brave? Put you in his place
My female companion really likes the sight of blood
So when we met I had to ask her if she likes it rough
She immediately took her dress, then hiked it up
Bent over my desk, and asked her if the ass was high enough
