The Sad The Mad The Bad Lyrics

[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 shit!
You may not hurt a bitch?
Thats just a smart lie by some smart guy
Who wanted to get laid and you furfilled his purposes
I've hurt some bitches
But as soon as i felt love she turned a bitch and it hurts as shit!
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 shit
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 bitch 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 bitch, damn all these slanders
And
I'll say when this relationship ends call me anchorman
I'm to mean on bitches, should be reacting less?
I'm over it moving on bitches like having sex!
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

[Hook]

[Verse 2: The Mad]
I'm pissed off, of Rick Ross, that bitch 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 fucking you cause you're one of them assholes that use autotune in every song
Here I go I'm cocking back my machine gun
You have the choice: Pain or death
You're afraid of the shit that I am kicking?!
Pray to God but I ain't listening
I'm at Satans door trying to get in
Like anal sex
I'm here! Is this the start or end of endless rap?
In a world, thinkin' Christopher Wallace pretends being dead
Cunts get famous and hundred faggots 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 button
I'm dropping shit that shocks the kids
The cops slit wrists and I'm laughing, bitch!
You should just hope to survive the damn apocalypse!
I'm Getting angry be right back im seeing my psychologist...
[Hook]

[Verse 3: The Bad]
My psychologist says my violent dreams of hell
Are just silent screams for help
Made up like some godless Jesus tale
You know why your shit 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 shit must be stiffer than me
When I'm licking 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 faggots 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 shits than I just took
But I don't take shit from you only shit 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 fuck you and everyone says you have been eaten up like American Pie, bitch!
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 fuck that bitch like a guy after a breaking up
Now be silent and watch your manners slut
I'm sixteen living up to be a man
A rapping dude
With the attitude
To give less fucks than Steve Carell
I'm no thriller, I'm just sick
Like some killer viruses!
(The pressure) Gotta keep a cool head like a psycho killer in the fridge
On my shit I'm killing people and no ones hearing it like an assasin
No ones cheering, bitch 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 faggot like Chad Allen
Reckless?
Fuck you! I'm out in the east, let some fag rap then