lirik lagu iudex - the sad, the mad & the bad
[hook]
the sad, the mad, and the bad eqauals me
schizophrenia? the three sides you see
let me explain you all them from my side, my eyes:
[verse 1: the sad]
now there has been a dark side
you may have heard of it
let me tell you the story from my eyes –
cause i have been disturbed as sh-t!
you may not hurt a b-tch?
thats just a smart lie by some smart guy
who wanted to get laid and you furfilled his purposes
i’ve hurt some b-tches
but as soon as i felt love she turned a b-tch and it hurts as sh-t!
my five months in canada;
i have been givin ya
life, love and then my heart
felt like you were a canibal:
you ripped out my heart
was there an urgency of hurting me?
it felt like pefectness:
only one girl to kiss
she asked for shirts to sniff, yes, we had some turbulances
but i thought you’d be the girl to stick with
but you cheated and your the reason that got me turn to this
write murderous murking sh-t
and i’m concerned i’m sick:
minded and soul!
now i don’t spare time for some ho’
cryed in black holes!
no response or no help
and you little b-tch know how the consequences felt
(ram ram)
been living all my life in dreams
but now i wouldn’t take you back if we were sitting in a time machine!
i kept telling me: she ain’t no b-tch, d-mn all these slanders
and
i’ll say when this relationship ends call me anchorman
i’m to mean on b-tches, should be reacting less?
i’m over it moving on b-tches like having s-x!
i’m living an average life, taxes im paying and still
i’m forming my own luck i’m a blacksmith like jaden and will
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[verse 2: the mad]
i’m p-ssed off, of rick ross, that b-tch ain’t hip hop!
three shots on the ground will make him dance like kris kross -jump-
you rappers are king ? i’m your father –
king of the stars like simba’s mufasa
i hate most of them freaking rap girls who should be sick men
i stand up flipping the bird like coocking chicken
i’m a ruthless living
a fool thats sicker
than dudes with milions
i pull the trigger, ludacris, and wish you would be tripping!
nah, i’m not loving you, you got that wrong –
i’ll be f-cking you cause you’re one of them -ssh0l-s that use autotune in every song
here i go i’m c-cking back my machine gun
you have the choice: pain or death
you’re afraid of the sh-t that i am kicking?!
pray to god but i ain’t listening
i’m at satans door trying to get in
like -n-l s-x
i’m here! is this the start or end of endless rap?
in a world, thinkin’ christopher wallace pretends being dead
c-nts get famous and hundred f-ggots buy that whackness
they are glaldy welcomed like an unexpected wifi access
swag rap revolution
i make the newest like an undetected drive by action
i rap dope but get no attention
this rap game i’m more than done like black toasted bread is
i’m the wrong one to push like a self destruct red light b-tton
i’m dropping sh-t that shocks the kids
the cops slit wrists and i’m laughing, b-tch!
you should just hope to survive the d-mn apocalypse!
i’m getting angry be right back im seeing my psychologist…
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[verse 3: the bad]
my psychologist says my violent dreams of h-ll
are just silent screams for help
made up like some godless jesus tale
you know why your sh-t ain’t better than mine?
if it was i’d come by and you’ll be dead in no time
if i’m dead i’ll rest in piece
you’re resting in pieces
like people who are sleeping
with hansons desease
them guys who don’t like my sh-t must be stiffer than me
when i’m l!cking the queen –
just get drunk till you walk worse than christopher reeve
lyrically you’re under the horrible rick ross, so
your level is under dirt like corpses in a coffin
i’m stopping f-ggots from rapping be for they
imagine themselves as rappers with no fails!
i’m drawing my weapon like a naked selfportrait
you ain’t like me cause you don’t like me
i like me so i’m the only one who’s like me
but i give less sh-ts than i just took
but i don’t take sh-t from you only sh-t i take is drugs, yeah
see i ain’t like you, i don’t stand crying
all my mad violence
is not that silent
i’ll f-ck you and everyone says you have been eaten up like american pie, b-tch!
all these whack rappers i have to be standing up
i ain’t lying when i say you suck
i am here to interrupt;
interrupt like when i f-ck that b-tch like a guy after a breaking up
now be silent and watch your manners sl-t
i’m sixteen living up to be a man
a rapping dude
with the att-tude
to give less f-cks than steve carell
i’m no thriller, i’m just sick
like some k!ller viruses!
(the pressure) gotta keep a cool head like a psycho k!ller in the fridge
on my sh-t i’m k!lling people and no ones hearing it like an -ssasin
no ones cheering, b-tch but i’ll keep rapping – underground
i’ll stay deep, rappers are feminine
maybe by telling them, i could push rappers to sing
cause their daily bread comes from making whack songs and selling them
i’ll stay in the dark got shady merits like eminem
you a daily f-ggot like chad allen
reckless?
f-ck you! i’m out in the east, let some f-g rap then
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