John Fewell - Bada** lyrics

[INTRO] This song goes out to all you motherf**in b**hes out there That be thinkin some sh**, f** you motherf**ers! Yeah, motherf**in yeah! f** yeah! [VERSE] I never carry a gun, I just carry my tongue When it's not knee deep in pork it's acidic and forked I'd mission abort, don't need no permission to start Rip apart every synapse and spark 'til you're clutchin your heart Playin Mario Kart with Wesley Clark Make like Corey Hart and wear my shades when it's dark Don't retort or remark, you'll get Dizzy G Cheeks With a mouth full of fart {*chris makes a fart sound*} I'm Slaughter comma Sarge, a.k.a. Commissar Ballin like Stalin from U.S.S.R sh**'s so fluid so far, thanks to Matt on guitar Yo DJ, take 'em to the part where I turn rap into art Yeah, motherf**er check this sh** out [Hook] I'm a bada**, I ain't gonna f**in spell it I get up on the mic and then I f**in yell it No need to embellish, I'm selfishly hellish Equatorial insect repellent, the likes of which you never dealt with Motherf**er [Outro] Yeah motherf**ers! You think I'm f**in kiddin? f** all you dicks that were givin me sh**, screw you Especially my two older brothers I'm never gonna forgive you guys for givin me all them noogies, and wedgies f** that sh**, that sh** wasn't cool And all those guys in junior high that were makin fun of me Cause I got caught masturbatin at that birthday party f** you guys, you guys are f**in a**holes I hope you get cancer of the dick And everybody in high school that makes fun of me Just cause I was too asthmatic to play ultimate frisbee And I had to sit on the bench the whole time And read f**in books about Narnia, f** you guys And all those colleges that didn't accept me My parents got me a tutor so I'll see you b**hes next year WORD I'm OUT!