Mad at It Songtext
von Dirty Heads

Damn this beat has got me talkin′ with a Southern drawl
If you ain't happy, I don′t really wanna fuck with y'all
Fanatics who finangle foreshadow the fable fortune
Get to fuck with fate, doesn't matter to flippin′ tables

Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel bruh
I put the pussy perpendicular to amateur
You can′t contest the cash and grass in my curriculum
I'm down and dirty man, you call my ass Caligula

Now I ain′t even mad at it
Keepin' up with all your bad habits
I ain′t even mad at it
Everybody talking like it's so tragic
I ain′t even mad at it
I ain't even mad at it
Coping all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking so tragic, I ain′t fucking mad at it


Man let me break it down now
God, this my hypothesis
This beat is just so heavy, maybe that′s why I be droppin' it
My fanbase just keeps growin′ at my shows like a metropolis
And girls get so horny, they chargin' me, rhinoceros

Gentlemen, gentlemen, come and take and buy your medicine
This sedative settin′ in, feelin' better in your element
I′m about to lose it, Gary Busey on this rodeo
'Cause y'all just trying to poach up all these treasures out my fishing hole

I ain′t even mad at it
Keepin′ up with all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking like it′s so tragic
I ain't even mad at it
I ain′t even mad at it
Coping all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking so tragic, I ain′t fucking mad at it

Hey Dr. Watson, Sherlock Holmes is on the phone
He said he needs some help, too much cocaine inside his dome
He said he needs it out
He said he needs a 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 pockets of bills
I call 'em Roseanney Barr
I like my drugs like my women
Free, fancy, and large
Then I grab a guitar
Panty discharge

I ain′t even mad at it
Keepin′ up with all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it
Everybody talking like it′s so tragic
I ain't even mad at it
I ain′t even mad at it
Coping all your bad habits
I ain't even mad at it

Everybody talking so tragic, I ain′t fucking mad at it