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Dirty Heads - Mad at It Lyrics

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Dirty Heads - Mad at It Lyrics




Damn this beat has got me talking with a southern drawl,
If you ain't happy I don't really wanna f*ck with y'all,
Fanatics finagle foreshadow the fable fortunate,
To f*ck with fame is a matter of flipping tables,
Cain and able Cain and able Cain and able bro
I put the pussy perpendicular to images
You can't contest the cash and class in my curriculum
I'm down and dirty man you call my ass Caligula,
Hahahaha

I ain't even mad at her,
Even after I call your bad Alice,
I ain't even mad at her,
Everybody talking like it's slow chat, But I aint' even mad at her,
I aint' even mad at her,
Copping all your bad habits,
I ain't even mad at her,

Everybody talking like it's slow time,
But I aint' even mad at her,
Let me break it down now
Call this my hypothesis
This beat is just so heavy
Maybe that's why I be dropping it
My fan base just keeps growing
Now my shows like a metropolis
And girls get so horny
Thay charge at me
Rhinoceros
Gentleman gentleman
Come and take up all your medicine
The sedative setting in
Feeling better in your element
I'm about to lose it Gary Busey
On this rodeo
Cause y'all just trying to pouch up all the treasures out my fishing hole

I ain't even mad at her,
Even after I call your bad Alice,
I ain't even mad at her,
Everybody talking like it's slow chat,
But I aint' even mad at her,
I aint' even mad at her,
Copping all your bad habits,
I ain't even mad at her,
Everybody talking like it's slow time,
But I aint' even mad at her,

Dr. Watson Sherlock Holmes on the phone
He said he need some help
Too much cocaine inside isdome
He said he needs it out
He said he needs some clout
He said he needs a better route
His bad habits are going south
School bus I'm sleeping
Passing out at the park
Fat pocket of pills
I Call em Roxany bars
Like my drugs like my women
Free fancy and large
Then I grab a guitar Panty discharge

I ain't even mad at her,
Even after I call your bad Alice,
I ain't even mad at her,
Everybody talking like it's slow chat,
But I aint' even mad at her,
I aint' even mad at her,
Copping all your bad habits,
I ain't even mad at her,
Everybody talking like it's slow time,
But I aint' even mad at her
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Damn this beat has got me talking with a southern drawl,
If you ain't happy I don't really wanna f*ck with y'all,
Fanatics finagle foreshadow the fable fortunate,
To f*ck with fame is a matter of flipping tables,
Cain and able Cain and able Cain and able bro
I put the pussy perpendicular to images
You can't contest the cash and class in my curriculum
I'm down and dirty man you call my ass Caligula,
Hahahaha

I ain't even mad at her,
Even after I call your bad Alice,
I ain't even mad at her,
Everybody talking like it's slow chat, But I aint' even mad at her,
I aint' even mad at her,
Copping all your bad habits,
I ain't even mad at her,

Everybody talking like it's slow time,
But I aint' even mad at her,
Let me break it down now
Call this my hypothesis
This beat is just so heavy
Maybe that's why I be dropping it
My fan base just keeps growing
Now my shows like a metropolis
And girls get so horny
Thay charge at me
Rhinoceros
Gentleman gentleman
Come and take up all your medicine
The sedative setting in
Feeling better in your element
I'm about to lose it Gary Busey
On this rodeo
Cause y'all just trying to pouch up all the treasures out my fishing hole

I ain't even mad at her,
Even after I call your bad Alice,
I ain't even mad at her,
Everybody talking like it's slow chat,
But I aint' even mad at her,
I aint' even mad at her,
Copping all your bad habits,
I ain't even mad at her,
Everybody talking like it's slow time,
But I aint' even mad at her,

Dr. Watson Sherlock Holmes on the phone
He said he need some help
Too much cocaine inside isdome
He said he needs it out
He said he needs some clout
He said he needs a better route
His bad habits are going south
School bus I'm sleeping
Passing out at the park
Fat pocket of pills
I Call em Roxany bars
Like my drugs like my women
Free fancy and large
Then I grab a guitar Panty discharge

I ain't even mad at her,
Even after I call your bad Alice,
I ain't even mad at her,
Everybody talking like it's slow chat,
But I aint' even mad at her,
I aint' even mad at her,
Copping all your bad habits,
I ain't even mad at her,
Everybody talking like it's slow time,
But I aint' even mad at her
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Writer: Jon Olazabal, David Foral, Dustin Bushnell, Jared Watson, Shawn Hagood, Matt Ochoa
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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