Bad To The Bone

*** I had fun writing this one. I hope you have as much fun reading it.***
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I pack a gloc in my belt,
a .38 in my boot
with the itchiest finger around

You cross me once,
I let bullets flow,
the next thing to hit you
is the ground.

I walk tall when I stroll,
my head held high,
proud to be who I am

I hold my own, and if you violate my zone,
I’ll take you out
and not give a damn.

You better recognize
who you’re dealing with,
I ain’t no punk
when it comes to the streets.

Death is my weapon my partner is fear
I’ve never been introduced to defeat.

No man around can make me bow down,
I’ll be ruthless till the day I die.

You ask anybody why,
they’ll say I’m bad to the bone,
bad to the bone am I.

Take heed to my warning,
it only comes once
the second time,
is followed by my fist.

You ever question my motives,
or second-guess my techniques
and your life shall cease to exist.

No I’m not pure evil
or full of hate
I was never an unloved child.

I’m just set in my ways
with no desire to change
eliminating all
who try to cramp my style.

Understand when I say nobody is safe
when the fuse to my anger gets ignited.

The urge to destroy consumes my soul
I harbor no desire to fight it.

I wreak havoc with no mercy,
remorse I know not
raising hell from sun up to moonrise.

There is no method to my madness,
I’m just bad to the bone,
bad to the bone am I.