Bad Touch Example Lyrics - Singles - Company Flow

Since you're my special friend, come closer for a special treat 

(Uh) 

I'm going to let you touch me in a special place 

(But I don't want to touch you there) 

It is never ok to touch someone else's private parts 

Your mom and dad will tell you so 

Verse One: Bigg Jus 

Yo' eyes get, blind like Tupac gettin shot in the lobby 

Most MC's styles is robbery of my freestyles as a hobby 

I pick apart monkey brains and spread disease through hot zones 

My cameos on promos seem strange like someone's not home 

Bigg Jus the outsider rain on your dream field 

With styles so freaking wet niggas need maxi panty shields 

Expose more moles out the closet that lead paint on your tenement 

Got more Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment 

It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano 

Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano 

So dust off the candelabra, hip hop's version of the super Don Dada 

with the license to give more ass whippings than Father 

You couldn't see me with binoculars, way ahead of myself like telepathy 

Make most crews disappear like blackheads on Oxy creme 

Under the lights I fuck up mics with my uncanny ability to heat seek 

Through brain facilities with the science of microchemistry 

This history of my hip hop is too deep to be dissected 

Bitch recollect don't even half step or try to test it black 

Bigg Jus, I drop so much shit my anus needs an ice pack 

In fact I'm all that, El-P yo bring the horns back 

(Yes) 

Right through the center of your focus picture a long silver needle 

(You are correct sir) 

Piercing the outer lens of your eyesight 

[El-P] 

And once again 

In one verse we have proven 

That we can rip all these signed big budget motherfuckers 

(89.9) 

Peace to Stretch and Bobbito 

(Bob-bi-to!) 

Verse Two: El-P 

Ye olde lyrics of fire 

Surface bombs from X-wing fighters, stance to B-boy actors fracture 

Negative thirty below wind chill factor 

The counteraction is just a helpless action of the hapless flinching 

My supersonics leave you mute like Maggie Simpson 

Taxidermist El-P I defy translation 

Instigate and set in crates(?) throughout your whole situation 

Practice exposing perfection like Ricki Like exposes white trash 

My shit is strange X-file number 2-6-7 whiplash 

Triple felon emcee minus the melanin 

When I bomb it the type of shit to make Baby Jessica jump in the well again 

Sunshines or rain acid, El-P the battle master 

Lactose breaking down your fucking fractals till you're flaccid 

I'm leaving Las Vegas like a hundred flying Elvises 

Raid, spot my prey, swoop down and cross their pelvises 

Rat nerve like David grill smoke bitch 

Catch my frozen frame suspended 

You couldn't even fuck with my idle fidget 

My birthright I'm pulling swords from stones high tone beam 

Phonetically abort it try to distort it and catch a silent scream, fetus 

The raw daddy tactics prove Krush Groove unstoppable 

Testing luck it's like sucking on lead pink popsicles 

The enigma, no one can fuck with me yet but I'm not signed 

(You wanna battle?) 

It's better to look in the 

(mirror) 

Say Candyman five times 

Candyman (whispered 5x) 

Just a promo 

Understand 

(Candyman) 

To be the man you gots to beat the man 

(It's so clear now) 

Me and Bigg Jus 

(The beautiful light) 

Company Flow clan 

(I can touch it) 

Mr. Len, 'sup? 

89.9 

Hit me with that shit some time 

Bigg Jus, Lune TNS 

The almighty El-P 

The imperial DJ Mr. Len 

Company Flow swinging it to you live for '95