All I Think About Lyrics - Singles - 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 

Wanna, 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 kill 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