The Bad Seed - Dem Grits (Radio)

Song Rating: 7.48/10

Song lyrics:

[Verse 1: The Bad Seed]
Yo, my frame has the stained paint from the freight train
Maintain, my name hold weight like a jaw weight gain
You know its on when I go insane, pump flame, and take aim
(The Bad Seed, yall) Yo, thats the same as the sh** that aint changed
Peace to rap n***as, DJs, and kids who paint trains
B-boys and b-girls, peace. Were in the same game
Drama? Im in it strong. Beef? Lets get it on
Aint enough cliques on the clock to drop the cats I sh**ted on
Think Im lying? Catch me. Aint no rapper breathing that match me
Actually been writing it raw since I was a latchkey
Got them n***as trying to axe me, their broads trying to fax me
Im high, empty your blunts in backseats of taxis
Ask me if I give a f** so I can smile and say, “No”
Got an innocent grill—chill, far from a halo
Stay high three-sixty-five, keep it live. Know I
Still beef with your style and them corny names you go by
And how it dont fit you. Swift is the way Seed hit you
Its war on your fam and whoever else you brought with you
(Grits) The type of drama that Im bringing be official (Uh huh)
(Uh huh, uh huh) Go wipe your nose, get the tissues
I said, “Grits”

[Hook: Meat Pie and DP One Scratches] (x2)
Ill take bits and pieces, pieces and bits
Combine them all together to make some hot sh**
Release lyrics from the tongue, that sound that toxic
All up in your face like them grits

[Verse 2: The Bad Seed]
Get on some Al Green sh**, small, wild teen sh**
Yall n***as talking to heat the drama, but it dont mean sh**
Style dirty as old drawers—yall on some clean sh**
Body you cold-blood, have the team on some gangsta lean sh**
Your eyes is virgins when it comes to drama: aint seen sh**
n***as is mad Ill stand out like a b**h with green tits
Ask me ‘bout the sh** Im spitting, Ill say, “n***a, these grits”
(Hot sh**) Blurry your vision like some Visine drips
(The Bad Seed) You aint know that? Thats some sh** to hold back
Ill go back to the days of flattops when I first sold crack
Hoping when I could finally cop [?] and tote MACs
But the older cats laughed and tried to give me no dap
But who would know that, all beneath, Id eventually own that
Now Im lacing formats: the wax, DATs, and all that
Everything out my mouth is all fat. Like, for example
Your shortys waiting by the phone for me to call back
And what you call that? (Them grits)

[Hook: Meat Pie and DP One Scratches] (x2)
Ill take bits and pieces, pieces and bits
Combine them all together to make some hot sh**
Release lyrics from the mouth, that sound that toxic
All up in your face like them grits



[Verse 3: The Bad Seed]
With all of my being, I despise you
I even have dreams of ways to brutalize you
Jump out from behind of a tree and surprise you. And show and prove
That you p**y to all the cats around your way that idolize you
Stomp iron vocals, flows move in NY
Lick off a shot for cats thats locked or maybe dad that did crime
Type n***a to wile out and, in rhyme, do some next sh**
Like the Moonwalk to snatch your necklace. And the iced-out
Rolly is on the checklist. Flossing up on them poor
n***as like me is reckless (No question). You out of place
Like Eddie Murphy in the West and reach for your guns (Yee-haw!)
Walking like we drunk but (We high!)
Me and my team half-baked, thugged out, [?]
Bugged out, gla** tapes. If were Makin vinyl
Within your collection, you got to ask crate
“Oh, you got one? (Phew). Thats great.” Operate
Off the run-and-gun offense, effective on the fast break
Hit you with that River Phoenix sh** that make that a** shake
You aint got the balls to beef ‘cause mostll chop or castrate
Throw up your hands. Yall n***as just dont understand
Got plans, give a f** about you or your mans
We could settle it in the street or on stage in front of fans
(Ill take it back like) Like the bum on some cans. Ill run with
My fam. My style hot and now my tongue got a tan
Done seen all. Now I just dont believe yall
Youre out your mind trying to bring it to The Bad Seed, yall
(Whos bad?) Yo, evil eye with a c-rag
Its your mothers baby father, but yall n***as knew that
I said, “Grits”

[Hook: Meat Pie and DP One Scratches]
Ill take bits and pieces, pieces and bits
Combine them all together to make some hot sh**
Release lyrics from the dome, that sound that toxic
All up in your face like them grits
Ill take bits and pieces, pieces and bits
Combine them all together to make some hot sh**
Release lyrics from the dome, that sound that toxic
All up in your face like them grits
Ill take bits and pieces, pieces and bits
Combine them all together to make some hot sh**
Release lyrics from the dome, that sound that toxic
All up in your face like them grits
Ill take bits and pieces, pieces and bits
Combine them all together to make some hot sh**
Every time you hear Meat Pie, you know its some fly sh**
All up in your face like them grits
All up in your face like them grits

[Outro: The Bad Seed and DP One Scratches]
Yeah. DP One. DP One. Word up. Peace to my n***a Big Kaya. Word up. DP One, Run Run Shaw break yall jaw. We out

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 15:35