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Hook

Bad thoughts, bad, bad thoughts,

All I think, all I hear, it's all I want,

If I were dead, my ghost would haunt,

Dying? Nice try, my brain's already rot.



TK

Why do I do what I do? Lie in my ly-rics, how am I alive with myself, how do I lie in bed while I should sit on a shelf, I shouldn't be l-o-l-ing at shit I think, if there's a hell that is where I oughtta dwell. I rap like it's the goal of an app on your iPad, on your contact on your cell is where I bel-ong, a cell in jail. What the hell, is up with T. Kell-y, he can't see the truth, hears bad thoughts, he's a psycho Hel-en Kell-er, not to mention how hotheaded he is he'd melt ya, his fingers blister like he played Hel-ter Skel-ter with a lighter and he did to tell ya he excels at being a hellion - And I'm rebellious upon all o' it, they say hip hop is ev-il and the Dev-il's music, motherfuckers, I should sue 'em, that's my name they're usin' in vain!



Hook

Bad thoughts, bad, bad thoughts,

All I think, all I hear, it's all I want,

If I were dead, my ghost would haunt,

Dying? Nice try, my brain's already rot.



TK

Maybe I should just pop a pill, Papa Pill? Why's dada gotta chill, gotta chill to calm down, "yo Mit, what's the deal?" What's the deal? Why don't ya ask Howie how I'm ill, and see if Mit needs his sixth tin of Ritalin and his tenth syringe of heroin, so dastardly bastard, someone super human couldn't do good for him, or any at all. So I'd put it all, on the line because that's a screwed up call, and I'm deader worse than Paul, and it's that type of season, middle of fall, tree leaves are orange and weed leaves are green, cause I must be higher than a redwood. Just go in public; "Holy shit, it's Mit, look!", is that what I am, anything I said, woulda coulda shoulda do anything to anyone at anytime, any rhyme I write in any line, with a petty lie; oh hi officer, what? No, I'm legally high. Pop a cop like a soda top in this shop, ("Bzzt. Clean up on aisle one!"). Ya gonna need more than a mop to clean up that splotch of blood all acroos ya market. Everyone, everywhere, is my target. Shit I talk about is dark and you all love it, I can go through shit like I'm on auto-pilot, but I never know when to stop to park it, fuck it!



Hook

Bad thoughts, bad, bad thoughts,

All I think, all I hear, it's all I want,

If I were dead, my ghost would haunt,

Dying? Nice try, my brain's already rot.



Bridge

Cursing words, dirty words, vulgar words, exciting terms these fighting words of my world, apply them to my life, this world would be shocked by what I cite in a verse:



TK

Last verse, the thirds is always the worst, one left for the uni-verse, afterwards you'd stop your stupid chatter, before TK or after Mit, I choose the latter, evil genius like I'm some Dr. Banner. I find horror funny, what's slaughter without laughter? (Haha!) So all my fans, why don't you gather around to hear this rapper go on a five minute banter about shit he can hear in his mind and call them badder than ever before, I need a Mad Hatter to hide my deformed gaffer, shit is something I can't get together. I have fun while on the hunt like I'm a pink panther, I'm ready to unearth the fact I need help to have it dealt with the livin' hell in my skull, well, can someone tell me why I got these odd, off the top, off topic thoughts in my noggin? 'Cause I love 'em and when they haunt Tim I got another theme for an album, so goddamn if I don't have them, how can my work be so fresh when my head's so rotten? If you don't like it and want a soft Mit, fuck that, a white kid you wantin'? You're picking cotton! Need Mit? Yeah I got him, I'm all Mit, writing starts 'a stoppin'? My stuff might be gone but songs are not forgotten, I'm immortal as a persona, what is there, officer, a problem? Now get your noggins a noddin, audience, yeah let's go - now what's your thoughts, Mit?! (I'm back at it again!)



Outro

Bad thoughts, bad, bad, b-bad thoughts,

Are rad, rad, r-r-rad thoughts,

Don't have, s-s-sa-sad sad thoughts,

Don't get, m-m-ma-mad mad thoughts,

Just be, g-g-glad you have thoughts,

Be good on, th-th-th-tha-that that thought.

(B-b-b-b-bad... b-b-b-b-bad, bad... b-b-b-b-bad... I'm so b-b-b-b-bad, bad...)

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