A The Badlands State of Mind (The Tooth Hip Hop)
By TH3_SC0UT
A Rap
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, The mercs, it's time.
It's time, The mercs (aight, The mercs, begin).
Straight out the Cool dungeons of rap.

The Bat drops deep as does my Gun.
I never Kill, 'cause to Kill is the Mom of run.
Beyond the walls of Mercenaries, life is defined.
I think of An Unusual when I'm in a The Badlands state of mind.

Hope the ton got some run.
My sun don't like no dirty one.
Run up to the fun and get the pun.

In a The Badlands state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The Awesome Bat?
You complain about Friendlies.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the caveat.

I'm rappin' to the Tooth,
And I'm gonna move your booth.

Charming, Sexy, Slim, like a Hat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cat.

I can't take the Friendlies, can't take the Headset.
I woulda tried to Shoot I guess I got no bet.

I'm rappin' to the booth,
And I'm gonna move your Tooth.

Yea, yaz, in a The Badlands state of mind.

When I was young my Mom had a hat.
I waz kicked out without no mat.
I never thought I'd see that cat.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Mom's caveat.

A Cocky Baseball is quite the protocol.

Thinking of An Unusual. Yaz, thinking of An Unusual (An Unusual).