
Bad... Worse
melodic trap rap, melody driven

Bad... Worse
melodic trap rap, melody driven
Lyrics
"Rushyyy"
Im bad, Im worse, Im the opposite of a blessin, Im a gift n a curse
I spaz, I blurt, I put ur whole verse in the back of a hearse
u last, Im 1st, thats past n present, a peasant's presence is unpleasant
Im a terror-bull, be careful, see the horns, u better make a prayer audible
So sick, my diagnosis is hypnosis, flow is frozen, comatose-ish
So high, I need a parachute stitched to my conscience, flyin over nonsense
Im error-proof, my software is hardware, y'all soft-wear, Im everywhere
Never spooked, I see a ghost n I jus stare, "what u want, I live here"
They let the party animal out the veterinarian
Uncaged n Im causin mayhem, Book of Rage, Im the librarian
Tonight's the night, Im higher than a flight risk with a fear of elevators
Uh, n Im doin right… my vital signs are money counters, my health is major
Lets live it up, no dyin down, the volume up til the sky is sound
Im at the top of the whole thing, bout to saw the ladder into sawdust
I been a beast, still am, call me Mufasa's conscience
I rock like the Stone Age, n I jam like a faulty shotgun
Been on that graveyard shift, yeah, diggin ur plot with a pen
n aint nobody out there harmin me, my harmony is my armory
Got extended clips fo extended critics, every sentence is a sentence
Got the rage in my ribcage, got the gauge in the ride, different pages
Jus flipped my own page, Im a classic, man, Im proud of Rush
Been talkin to the man in the mirror, he told me Im not loud enough
this is jus like Tetris, watch a block fall on a block
Stack the money long, make a whole problem disappear off the top
Get the bricks together, make em kiss together, then the feds come
Line em up, they vanish, Im playin God, this is my kingdom
u kno he’s jus the devil in a new suit… Well tell God Im comin fo his commute
"Rushyyy"
Heh… yeah, they warned ya, now ya cursed, uh!
Im bad? Nah, worse—
Spazz like a glitch in God’s code, Im THAT verse
u last? Im 1st—like a hearse in reverse
Swervin thru hell, got the devil textin in cursive!
So cold, my sneeze turn July to Thera-Flu
So high, I use satellites as my parachutes!
Error-proof? Nah, I bug the system like a virus
They see me wildin out—Ayo, Rushy need a siren!
Party animal? They let me off the leash
Now the whole zoo scared—lion got em eatin vegan meat!
Tonight’s the night? Nah, Im height like a ladder
Pull it up, then surf on the moon—gravity dont matter!
Health alright? Im meth-odical, no Xanax
Graveyard shiftin—diggin gold out a phantom’s casket!
Weapons? Im Arm n Hammer—soda bomber
Rage like a toddler with a grenade in his diaper!
Tetris? Nah, Im stackin bricks like a pyramid scheme
Fit em together—now my hearts a ATM machine!
Devil? Nah, Im worse—he askin ME fo a feature
Im so unholy, even my halo got a bleacher seat—
(Heh)
"Rushyyy"
