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11 Bad (Behind Bars)

from Tell My Mom I'm Sorry by Rebel One

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11 BAD
Talking, talking. That’s all you ever did.
Kids in the hall, flodgin impresses none- never did.
I promised pain if you persisted with bitch shit
Not to my face, that’s fugazi
Tried to play me- you need to body up
Or risk- getting bodied up, frozen
Taking to you a bull dozin’, I was chozen
To bang nails into coffins. close’m.
Lowered into a chamber of dirt
No fuck that! no closure
I want yo family broken
Losing all composure
I’m sparing you, but preparing to
Sharpen these daggers and tracking
Your siblings down and pairing the two.
Comparing me to, an animal
It’s Hannibal with the kung fu
Gorilla style, go real-a style
No beef, I’ll just eat you
With fork and ginsu
Knife blades, laced with Nightshade
Thumbed thru, organs and sinew
Sent you, a bastard in bitch’s clothes
Backwards, I’m colder than a witches nose
Or yo mama’s nipples when that bitch is cold
On the kitchen floor, beside her BF
Not yo pops cz he left when you was 3 yrs old.
I’m sorry, but you made me like
You made me like this
You made me like this sinister shit
You made me rip you to bits.
But by the time flies and the sunlight hits
I’m far more Lucifer than the devil admits.

(Hook)
Speaking from a dark place
A section in time
Born after death, tear the fabric of space
The end is here, the future is past
Born after death, I’m yesterday’s bad.
Speaking from a dark place
A section in time
Born after death, tear the fabric of space
The end is here, the future is past
Born after death, I’m yesterday’s bad.

When I say ONE, You say REBEL
Hands high- it’s a stickup, I’m flashing that metal
Slash with that beveled-edge, dagger that scatters dreads
Skills worse than AIDS in the 90s, spread by the Feds.
Old school murderer, I’m after folks jugulars
Marauding, stealing souls like a burglar.
It could all be simple, But you want it Complicated,
Look at all the drama you created.
When I say REBEL, you say ONE
When I fucking jump out, you break ‘n run
Black hoodie and a skittles bag, chill until provoked
It’s all hands on neck, you life is getting…
Squeezed out, fluids start to leak out
Channeling the old Gods, like druids when they speak out
It could all be simple, if you simply mind yours
I’m bad as nightmares, it’s seeping out my pores.

(Hook)
Speaking from a dark place
A section in time
Born after death, tear the fabric of space
The end is here, the future is past
Born after death, I’m yesterday’s bad.
Speaking from a dark place
A section in time
Born after death, tear the fabric of space
The end is here, the future is past
Born after death, I’m yesterday’s bad.

“(Laughing to himself, he begins to coil into madness) Damn, that was a good run. All that product. All that work. And Gooood, I can't possibly imagine leaving it. Heheheh, too much fun…”

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from Tell My Mom I'm Sorry, released October 10, 2016

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REBEL ONE Atlanta, Georgia

I make hits. Born and raised into music, classically trained in percussion and piano from the age of five. Since 1995, I've been producing, composing, and writing music for a wide variety of genres and artists. Been around the free world, experienced cultures and music that helped forge an eclectic style that is likened to none other. ... more

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