Evil Genius
I'm a sick f*ck evil genius
But the girlies want to get my penis
I've been a little loco since fetus
Dinny makes shit for the weird kids
It's that time again
I'm rhyming out of line again
A crime against humanity
My sanity is something I can never seem to find again
I put it in my pocket then I dropped it down a faucet
If you find it, don't unlock it
Nah, it's hard for me to sit still
Pop another sleek pill
Down and dirty cheap thrills
Arsenic or Everclear?
Pick your poison now, my dear
Talk shit
Lip split
Now I'll be the one you fear
Chilling with my honeys out in Vaudeville
I make a killing doing things you'd never think
About if I gave you a million
Dollars... it seems to be the only thing that you can rap about
But that's cool
I can too
Look
I got money
I got bitches
And I got money
No wife, but a cute playboy bunny
I got money
I got bitches
Did I mention that I got money?
Nah, I don't say that shit
It sounds funny
I'm a sick f*ck evil genius
But the girlies want to get my penis
I've been a little loco since fetus
Dinny makes shit for the weird kids
Insane inside but they never will know
Keep it to myself and don't let it show
My potions bubble up and overflow
Got a couple bubble butts waiting for me at my home
For my slapping needs
Let me clap that please
If it's visible, it's critical that I get me a squeeze
I'm in the mood for Seas of Cheese
Get on your hands and your knees
No teasing
Good men? Turn them into demons
Heathens? Round them up and turn them into legions
For reasons unknown, you're breathing in a disease that I've grown
Set fire to the world with the money that I owe
Oh, I am the one to leave you when you're bleeding out alone
So long
You try to get away
You'll never find a place to go
I will find you and bury you under the snow
But the girlies want to get my penis
I've been a little loco since fetus
Dinny makes shit for the weird kids
It's that time again
I'm rhyming out of line again
A crime against humanity
My sanity is something I can never seem to find again
I put it in my pocket then I dropped it down a faucet
If you find it, don't unlock it
Nah, it's hard for me to sit still
Pop another sleek pill
Down and dirty cheap thrills
Arsenic or Everclear?
Pick your poison now, my dear
Talk shit
Lip split
Now I'll be the one you fear
Chilling with my honeys out in Vaudeville
I make a killing doing things you'd never think
About if I gave you a million
Dollars... it seems to be the only thing that you can rap about
But that's cool
I can too
Look
I got money
I got bitches
And I got money
No wife, but a cute playboy bunny
I got money
I got bitches
Did I mention that I got money?
Nah, I don't say that shit
It sounds funny
I'm a sick f*ck evil genius
But the girlies want to get my penis
I've been a little loco since fetus
Dinny makes shit for the weird kids
Insane inside but they never will know
Keep it to myself and don't let it show
My potions bubble up and overflow
Got a couple bubble butts waiting for me at my home
For my slapping needs
Let me clap that please
If it's visible, it's critical that I get me a squeeze
I'm in the mood for Seas of Cheese
Get on your hands and your knees
No teasing
Good men? Turn them into demons
Heathens? Round them up and turn them into legions
For reasons unknown, you're breathing in a disease that I've grown
Set fire to the world with the money that I owe
Oh, I am the one to leave you when you're bleeding out alone
So long
You try to get away
You'll never find a place to go
I will find you and bury you under the snow
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Writer(s): Maxwell Bordelon
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