David Dbrain - Bad Hare Day Lyrics

P-O-S, Piece of shit, etch it on my urn
I've earned that term from Birth till I burn
No clones, I'm shown, don't nobody like me
Ain't nobody like me, lynch mobs come attackin'

Mental vampire, stayin' up all night
I'm searchin' victims with syringes full of venom in em call me sinner top villain
I take the credit of a bandit, I edit it

As I hand it to the next generation of the nation
But am I really f*ckin' myself, aggravated
I ain't got no time to sit back and medicate it
I'm a Caucasian, never owned a plantation

Don't stick your finger in my face like I owe reparation
We all in this shit together, worse or better
So you better write a letter to the head before the top severed
Hit your bottom crane, feelin' tired inside

So hollow, need a sleepin' pill to swallow
Yo hand me that liquor

Watch y'all want, from me
Dancin' around everything you speak

Don't put it on God, put it on me
As I stroll along in mystery
And if I gotta tell you once
Better not tell you twice
If a third time never comes
Pack your bags and run
Rabbit, run

Rabbit, run
Not a gun, but a knife
Silent K for the kill
Might Kill Myers here tonight
Jump suit, jumpin' suits

In they ties, no comply
I deny, that's why I never signed
On the dotted lines
Not adjacent to a Dreddy

David dBrain, unlegendary
Repeated name, and I bring blood to the eyes of Mary
Not scary
I'm the opposite, especially predominant

Checkmate on enemies
And overturnin' their debate
Bunch Of fakes, snowflakes
Hurt by some words

I ain't even got a curse
To offend metoo nerds
I say what's on my mind
Make it fun of liberal lives

So concerned that I'm conservative
Check the archives
Nuttin there to find
Empty files in the back

Stacked with some burned CDs from the past
Playin' old tracks
I had a flashback
Thinkin' bout the pact

That we made as a pack

What y'all wantin' from me
Dancin' around everything you speak
Don't put it on God, put it on me

As I stroll along in mystery
And if I gotta tell you once
But I better not tell you twice
And if a third time never comes

Pack your bags and run
Rabbit, run

Met A lot of crooked people in the music industry
Who try to get the best of me
Intimidate with bigotry
And morphin' me to be as bad as them
Times ten
No friend suspects

Squash them all like insects
In the streets
Passin' out flyers
Front of dyers

Like suppliers
With desire to acquire
We had fire
Sellin' tickets for admission

To complete the mission
Just so we can get a couple minutes
On the stage for recognition
It's a lot of salty enemies

Bad for my cholesterol
Deleted out my diet
Bitch
F*ck em' all

Buck em all
Grow strong every week
Never weak
Never miss a beat

On a beat
That I'm treatin' like a trick
Bout to whoop it like a Memphian
On a binge

Bring it back to dark
Kills
Motherf*cker

Lots Hot
Grave plots
No shots
Top spot
Rain drops Plop
Grab a mop
Back to the swap
Meet a pawn shops

What y'all wantinfrom me
Dancin' around
Everything you speak

Don't put it on God
Put it on me
As I stroll along
In mystery

And if I got to tell you once
And I better not tell you twice
And if a third time ever comes
Pack your bags and run