Bad Meets Evil – A Kiss

I wanna get a kiss, kiss, kiss x4

Never meet a nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan

Gucci’s my absolute state of mind, like Waka’s man

Chopper’s brand, getting head in the car park, new Gallardo

This bitch sucking my dick today, call it yesterday’s news tomorrow

Stretch a nigga out, I’m the new Tae-bo,

Bout to cross over, I’m the new IOVA

Bout to saves a couple of these bitches that’s right, I’m the new Bible

You? You 5.0, me? I’m all grounded to punishments, but I’m too fly though

Y’all niggas be whinin’, I should call you Moscato

Look down at the floorboard

It looks like someone left a pair of stiletto shoes in my Tahoe

Never know what type of a ho inside of my ride I may let

Last night at 5AM, and she ain’t even recover from last Friday yet

Hoes all over the ride like it’s an ice cream truck, I can see why they fret

I already ran over two hoes and I ain’t get out the fucking drive way yet

Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for?

Get in girl, don’t push shorty

Your, fightin’ an unwinable war, it’s useless, tits on a whore, little tits on a whore

Got a mack and it’s screaming like little kids throwing fits on the floor

Get in the whip but you ain’t turning, a frog into a prince

What you tryna keep your hands on me for?

Now you in my whip just long as you understand that I can’t be whipped

You say companionship, I say abandon ship, I’m a gigolo so you know

I’m always on the go, I ain’t got no time to slow down for no relation shit

Drop the P and add a T, yeah, you can get mad at me all you want

But I’m ghost before you can even say boo, hun let alone call me one

A one-night stand is only once but a female fan yeah one like Stan

So by the one nightstand this bedroom has two lamps and only one

Nightstand Get the hint? Ooh yeah boo, ew! I ain’t gonna

Argue but why do you think they call it boo?

Yeah, cause the sound of it’s ‘posed to scare you

Ho ho, we can share you in the back of the McLaren

I don’t give a fuck what your name is, we gon’ call you hot and bi

Hope you bi in the mean time your name is Sharon

Slow the flow down so I can what? Tell you same face

When I’m shooting the guns the same face that I make when I fuck

From the back put my hand on your neck pressing your face against the sheets it’s insane

You been changed, cause I’m outta this world girl I got that Milky Way dick vein

I’m at an all-time high with highness, I’m at an all-time fly with flyness

And this is exactly what they say when they bow to your highness

Never met nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan

(Push your check out the car while it’s moving like Waka’s man)

Her bottom’s dark, but her top it tan, her private parts

Got her on the pole like the opposite of her papa’s plan

(Come on stripper, let’s hit the strip 180 and drop the trance

I’m in the trance, looking at this bitch dance)

Looking at this girl, like what you wearing girl, quit playing

(You wearing them scratch and sniff pants? Well let me scratch ’em)

Let me sniff, yeah (What?) Did I say that?

I’m on lean like Styrofoam cups and kickstands

Middle finger stuck on fuck, sniff pants

But girl you got a butt like no if ands, so yeah what the hell, maybe

All hail, Shady, he’ll tell it like it is

So tell Katy Perry he’s on her tail, he’s tailgating

These balls are my mating call and I’m here, bell’s waiting and tell Lady

Gaga, she can quit her job at the post office, she’s still a male lady

Wouldn’t fuck her with her dick you heard, the verdict’s in, he’s allergic to divas

he’ll take meat cleavers ’em, him don’t give a damn about Beiber do him

What a demon, a behemoth, evil just seems to be seething through him

I like the strip tease you doing this evening, you and me gon’ find

Three more chickadees and have a menage like Nikki

You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas without shit under it, sweating

Suck my dick, we both gets to steppin to my logic

My Patrick, my dick is as hard and thick as a yardstick

What we gonna do? Ride around ’til we’re carsick

Then I’m gonna put this shit in park like dog shit

And you can blow me in the dark in the parking lot

Out of the trailer park by the garbage

What you waiting on? Me to roll out the carpet?

The condoms are in the glove compartment, let’s start it

Think I’m joking? What, am I sitting here

Tryna make fake farts with my armpits?

Tryna get you to spit pot through your nose?

Am I here to amuse you? Stop it

I’m in your pocket outside of a church

The other hand is at the bottom of your purse

You giving me head in a boxing stance

My dick’s so big you could drop it in dirt

I’m not your man, we’re sparring partners

There’s five things you are in charge of, that’s

Sucking a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a dick

Sucking a dick, sucking a dick

If you ain’t sucking a dick, why you sitting there

With puckered lips? That’s collagen, mothafucking bitch

What you mean how’d you, get suckered into this

You gon’ jump into my truck and then try to get truculent?

(You should be suffering, you should be cooking

You should be buckling your seatbelt with oven mitts)

Excuse me while I’m making an ass of myself

But it’s only cause I just wanna get…