Born Bad

[Intro] I guess I was born Naturally born Born Bad - x3 [Verse 1: Eligh] What you got to say for yourself Your rhyming no style Your rhyming no stealth Your time is on short Your mind is on felt Getting role with the dice Its seven eleven eternal gentleman spice rack with Mack Armstrong Hit the belles right you treat the mic wrong You picked the wrong night to play this fight song Cause I fight to the death to the things that I love, take off the kid glove Don't need to much time to make a point, no And don't need a joint to get in the zone Cause the zone is a universal blackhole in my back bone I got the vaccine for biting assholes includes Vaseline and hot Tabasco Messy mother fucker when I wanna be I make a wanna be wanna be something else besides a wanna be rapper Dashers dashers, get out the way cause I'm a mother fucking natural disaster I plaster If you whack crack its for back tats, its for summer cats Then I got the caskets catch your body falling Hauling off the white trash in a black bag with a can of black flag For they put the rats back in the master, bloody bloody pied piper Somebody said my mother fucker tell he needs a diaper Plastic MC melt in my vibe all this rap shit sparks desire Bring back the OGs man Like the fellowship CDs they got the sound of critical industry But punks like you hard to know your brews when you never had to pay your dues because you were born bad