No Good Bastards

I'm not big on fighting these days, but I don't call the cops And I'm not big on scrapping lately, when I start, I don't stop I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk One more problem might make me kill them all I'm a heartbreaker, ass kicker I'm a hot trigger, nasty words I got two fingers for ass-kissers I'm an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard Look, it's no more Mr. Nice Guy, so go ahead and get mad I'll show you how easy I turn a tough guy to a dead man I ain't your buddy, buddy, haters or obsessed fans If we were buddies, trust, I crack a Bud just like a red can Bedpan full of piss and vinegar Head scan said that I'm not crazy, but I'm similar Let's dance, lead hands, homie, you get slept fast Trust me, you're a midget, I'm a monster, every slap I throw's a finisher I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk One more problem might make me kill them all I'm a heartbreaker, ass kicker I'm a hot trigger, nasty words I got two fingers for ass-kissers I'm an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard Turn your ass into a crackhead, you must love getting rocked Take your door off with the flat-head and take everything that you got, ayy whoa Don't make me put in my purse, we only Gucci on curbs You think you bet I'm the worst and your family to church, so baby, don't get on my nerves Like, I don't know 'bout these hoes, all I know's how we go We're non-stop, we'll reload if you're talking, I see ghosts You groupie baby, I'm different, think you know Hell? Well, I'll show you it I was born in Hell, Devil knows me well, I returned with a list like Moses did I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk One more problem might make me kill them all I'm a heartbreaker, ass kicker I'm a hot trigger, nasty words I got two fingers for ass-kissers I'm an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard I don't call for backup, keep those comments to yourself Bunch of cop calling pussies, 'fraid to handle shit themselves We was raised by the wolves, we ain't afraid to bleed and help Sort the men from the boys, they have-nots from the wealth With God as my witness, I'll leave you where you stand If you flex, that's your death, we're doing more than throwing hands You better give me six feet when I come through, back the fuck up Guaranteed to leave you bleeding if you make me back this truck up I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk One more problem might make me kill them all I'm a heartbreaker, ass kicker I'm a hot trigger, nasty words I got two fingers for ass-kissers I'm an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard