Bad Influence lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo, this is for you people
Who think I need to clean my raps
Think kids can't listen to me, cause of the sh*t I say
Man, f*ck all ya'll, this is for by the way
(clear throats)

[Verse 1]
You wanna know type of music I make
b*tch, I make horror core, and I carry swords
To terrify, the dude on the f*cking mixing boards
I don't even know who the f*ck I am anymore
But flaming faggots, won't let the hydrant wash em
And they coming at me, cause I'm young and black
And have a passive aggressive back pattern
sh*t, I might as well say sh*t that a f*cking offend you
And I get it, it's not the 90's
But how the f*ck can the word, "faggot" upend you?
That includes "queers" "bears" "di*k lovers" and "dykes"
I don't care, they can pull up at my drive way
With torches, and picket signs, and riot and fight
And f*ck the advice, I'm fee fi fo, fife and you 9 lives
'For ya having ya eyes, teared out with a butter knife
It's like I'll never watch my damn mouth
You can be like a f*cking white parent, and stuff
Soap down my throat, but it won't count
Like the jar had too much in it, wow
I can't believe rappers are gonna be family friendly now
With the sh*t I do, I might as well quit
And do k pop music in Chinatown
Like grow some f*cking balls, America
I'll keep referencing assaults, till everyone stop adding
pus*y salt, to carry it, I'll keep taking prescription drugs
f*cking and hitting hoes, keep my middle finger up
Til I die, from a bi thug (he he)
Don't blame me when I get famous, act heinous
Cause I like making fun of people who like di*k in they anus (ugh)

[Bridge]
I'm a bad influence [x4]
You can tear me down
The sh*t I say might be foul
But that's my style [x2]

[Verse 2]
Wonder why I talk about vulgar things, when I'm up to here
b*tch, I learned to swear, from watching "Family Guy"
At the age of 8, and my first words was "what the hell"
And "goddamn" it was pandering experience
Matter of fact it was hilarious
But my Mom got so mad at me, she hit me
I said "I don't know what it means
But it seems, cool and cheeky" (ha ha)
So if ya think I didn't get picked on
Beat up, and almost stabbed in the fourth grade
Well motherf*cker your dead wrong
The way I grew up, to be a killer like this
Think I'm making some sh*t up, suck my di*k
I changed schools, cause if someone with f*cked with me
I'd knock em the f*ck out, got known for rapping
And now the whole place know my name now
sh*t, I hope kids wanna just like me
Flipping reading teachers the bird
Get suspended and do the same thing the 3rd week
I'm a prick, and I know that now
Say all you want, but I'm glad I'm hated
Cause I love that crowd, get bigger by the name
And get a little bit of fame, and when
I've got attention by the game, I'm a do some outlandish things
Grow up, and ask why my life is the way it is
Damage with no pen, just a f*cked mind inside the skull
Of a light skinned 15 year old kid, jump in a abyss
Use a Dish dish, and a flashlight to find where half
Of these f*cking rappers lives is
Choke a motherf*cker, stab a hatchet in his kneecap
Pull it out, put a cloth of vinegar in his mouth
While he's pouting, carry, then mount him
On a rednecks couch, and wait for the wife get a lingerie on her
And yell "The Mountains", ready for shouting! (aahh)
So whoever wanna say I'm a f*cking bad person
Yeah, tell that to your son, stealing credit cards outta purses, gone

(Outro)
I'm the best to ever do it, I am [x2]
I am [x2] b*tch!