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Bad Mutha Lyrics

"Bad Mutha" was written by Mohandas Dewese.
"Bad Mutha" was written by Mohandas Dewese.

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Other MC's, I want you to know
If you ever wanna battle me, don't move slow
Come and get it 'cause I'm waitin' and I got nowhere to go
Head to head, toe to toe, rhyme for rhyme, blow for blow
We can throw

When I get busy, the crowd gets dizzy
And when I'm on the stage, the party people say
"Is he really human or is he a robot?"
Because when I'm on the microphone nobody does

The things that I do, my voice will guide you
Once you hear it, it stays inside you
Hypnotizing and mesmerizing, the cerebral cortex
But without realizing, you become confused and so enthused

'Cause the rhymes I use can make you lose
Total control and if I choose
To call you the paperboy you'll spread the news
Like Paul Revere, "A real rapper is here"

Yeah, "Moe Dee is coming, Moe Dee is coming"
And teeth will chatter, plagiarism scatter',nothing is the matter
You're just looking at a real rap trooper with a power so super
After battlin' me, I guarantee you won't recuperate

'Cause I am great, I can make you hate
To ever look in the mirror and
Affiliate yourself with anything
But an average person, lovin' my success but envious and cursin'

You want my autograph, don't act like a sucker
Just gimme a pound 'cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha
Mutha, mutha, muthaf

I put a hurtin' on rappers, egos are crushed
Pride is swallowed, asses are bust, hearts are taken
Souls cremated, lips are sealed and they hate it
Overrated rappers made it on a wing and a prayer

With old beats updated but I'm not like you bitin' barbarics
Rappers with the fresh beats and weak lyrics
I'm cyanide, deadly and lethal
I never run out, I got an automatic refill

I never get cold, I only get lukewarm
When I wanna get hot, I have a real brainstorm
Ideas start flowin', my talents start showin'
And if the music stops, Moe Dee keeps goin'

I'm bigger than life and deeper than death
The world of rap is like a kitchen and I am the chef
Boy, are these MC's really startin' to irk me
Make it to the top, then try to jerk me

Ask 'em who's the best, their shoulders start shruggin'
Like they don't know, they must be buggin'
But I like the controversy, it makes me blood-thirsty
And one day I'll make them all beg for mercy

So, remember that if you wanna act like a sucker
Don't ever make me mad 'cause I'm a bad, bad, bad mutha
Mutha, mutha, muthaf

I'm the kinda rapper that a dummy won't dig
My IQ's too high, my words are too big
My voice too clear and my rhymes are ample
Some things I won't do, and here's an example

I won't make a 'La-Di-Da-Di', an 'Oh, Veronica'
A 'Dear Ivette' or a 'La-Latoya'
I'm not tryin' to dis, the rappers that made these cuts
As a matter of fact I like them, but records like that

Are for the average MC, not for the highly rated Moe Dee
I have a formula, I'm like a scientist
And I must put words together like this
My voice is a coming out an orophus, expressing, verbally or if it's

Mental asymmetrics that makes me so electric
By spontaneous combustion an explosion is expected
A walking time bomb that can't be disconnected
I'm a rhymer with a timer, I'm a English dialectic

My ideas are impeccable, rhymes are paragon
My soliloquy will affect ya like Farrakhan
Love me or hate me, agree or debate me
Watchin' suckers gather round, bow down

Because what I do orally I something so morally
Stimulating, emulating heat that's chorally
My mind is both flexible and resilient
Pugnacious, tenacious, I'm brilliant

Through rigorous training, it's self-explaining
Why I'm standing on the top and that's where I'm remaining
My brain rocks like Mr. Spock's
And any other MC's are knocked out the box

So you know where to kiss, so line up and pucker
Sucker MC's, I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad
(Mutha)
Mutha, mutha, muthaf

Now, I was never solo, I was always in a group
So, now you new jacks are a little too souped
So, if you think you could take mine
Then come on and make my day, you idiot

You knew from the giddy-up, you didn't have a chance
But if you want drop the pants, I spank that ass so fast
That the next time you glance, everyone will be laughin'
And you'll be the stock

'Cause that's what's good about havin' you MC's on the jock
I could go on and on and on and on for days
But every time I speak I get unwanted protegees
If you've been lucky so far, don't press your luck

'Cause you don't really want none
'Cause I'm a bad, bad, bad
(Mutha)
Mutha, mutha, muthaf

Songwriters
MOHANDAS DEWESE

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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