The Bad Touch Lyrics

"The Bad Touch" is a song recorded by American alternative band Bloodhound Gang. It was released in May 1999 as the lead single from their album Hooray for Boobies, which was released a year later, in the US and UK. The song was remixed by many artists including God Lives Underwater, KMFDM and Eiffel 65.Like much of the Bloodhound Gang's other music, the song contains a wide variety of sexual colloquialisms. The sleeve for the single features a photo of two zebras in copula.

[Intro] We are, uh I like that [Verse 1] My enemies are startin' to become fake friends of me They see me on the rise and startin' to think that they aren't mine Allow me to chime in, this Watch upon my wrist it's perfect timing She wonder why I fuck and I don't like it I gotta pass the time on some grime shit Yeah, uh, I'm on top of the world, I'm on top, I told yo' girl get on top of the WRLD, get on top, by world I mean Juice WRLD Your girl is in my world, your girl is now Juice Girl, your girl is now Juice Girl Well, that's the way that I move, I guess everyday I'm kinda getting caught in the groove I pop a perc, maybe two, stay on my ones and my twos I lost my brother to tools, so I'm gon' keep me a tool That's on my life, that's on your wife, I put my dick upon her twice I bust upon on her then I ghost, I'm peek-a-boo, the poltergeist Triple nine upon my wrist, I flip the fuck the pastors wife, yeah Then I pull up and do it in the afterlife, like how you like me now Niggas want beef, I cock it back holy cow Man I'm promptly shoot you head, hate the sound of it, the cows 'Dem bitches is loud, the type to move a whole fuckin' crowd Where I'm from, we don't make it past 21 But where I'm from 15 year old's own like 20 guns See, statistics say we don't make it past twenty-sum Well, I'm growin' up, I'm blowin' up, been glowin' up, been showing out, and showing up, they know it's us I wasn't supposed to see this money that me and G-Money touch In the Trump Tower, racist bitch giving me shoulder ups And they hate this shit, just off of If I can't have you, I'm gon' replace your shit That's Lucid Dreams, I get Lucid Greem, If she find me then there really ain't no losing me, cause when she see her eyes on every single fucking TV screen, you see me, you see me, In your Lucid Dreams The shadows in your rooms, I do what I do, try me, they'll find you In the down of a bayou, drive right by you, and serve you heat like you at a drive through I got Rock, I got Soul, I got pills, I got hoes, I got bicks, I got flows I got gangs, I got zoels, I got all that you need, hit my phone, that's a trap, cause the studio is where I be cookin' all my crack G-Money hit me, he said let's get this money, where you at We pull up private jet style then we land on your map And if it smoke, then best believe you'll get popped like a flat What cork at, G-Money I think I need me a flat Squeak told me that the perc's is on the way On tour fucking bitches we was getting paid And D.C a couple hoes was gettin' slayed Fuck them once, then we sent them on their way I'm not bogus, I'm just caught up in my ways Hocus-Pocus with my life, I may just disappear for days I'm in a daze, I feel amazin', this shit is cray' for all the reds, this shit is braze Get out my way if you don't plan to make a payment Catch me layin' on the pavement just chillin' Caught up in my motherfuckin' feelings They say Juice "Why you always in your feelings?" I'm not, but this shit lead to my fuckin' lottery winnings See, niggas got a play to make a million To get the shit I got, but put my name upon a deal And me, I'd rather have a fucking house up in the hills Then be buried six feet for gang affiliation steal [Interlude] Ooh, we finna turn on the beat up in this shit, ah c'mon The way he be makin' shit, that be tweakin' me out Piano chords was hard wasn't it You know what this drum kick sound like already? Some fuckin' Frank Ocean shit, the drum kit sound like some Frank Ocean shit Slower, a little slower? Mhm Perfect [Verse 2] [?] To hell we fall I come right back and, we have a ball I found my one, two, I'll give her all I'll ball til I fall, I'll ball Ay G-Money, Roll them Backwoods We rollin' backwoods There was a packwoods They givin' smoke too, I never gave a fuck I never gave a fuck, until they call me Young Shud My name ain't mega shit, but I was up to too good Nah, up to no good, If I go broke, then me and G-Money takin' yo goods, and that's on yo' hood, nah, that's on our hood Emo rap kid still too hood, AP on my wrist, I'm feelin' like the man again, walk across the sky feelin' like I'm Anakin They be dodging bullets feelin' like they plannequin Gucci, Versace, and Burberry on my flannels kid They wonder why I wasn't on the cyphers Cause' I was geeked up, off the perc's actin' hyper Makin' shit drop like a baby in a diaper, heh, yeah Armed And Dangerous, hit billboards, my other song gon' billboard The spot I got niggas will get up and kill for it, I'ma killboy For real, for real boy, long dick like Pinocchio nose, I'ma real boy That's how it feel boy, I reach for the pill boys, I'ma sick dog G-Money say hemorrhoids, I flex up on these hoes, Juice WRLD steroids Lookin' at us like you ain't heard of dem' boys I grew up in the Burbs then the City too But you ain't from the city, not no city fool People say my city super pityful Cause we killin' niggas over some shitty tools What you gon' do with that high point Backwoods, you ain't smokin' my joints Backwoods, we ain't smokin' no joints Backwoods, we be rollin' fat doinks I remember when G-Money signed me I'm thinkin' in my head, like how the fuck this nigga find me Now these bitches come in two, Siamese Oh, yeah they tried to find me They on my line tryna' blow a nigga do-o-wn Askin' me when I'm comin' to their to-o-wn I told em' I don't fuck around with fuck arounds I pass em' to G-Money and Chris and they take em' do-o-wn Hop up in em' panties like it's Hop-Scotch I'm gon leave my kitties on her crop-top I told her keep the pussy, I just want top She keep on tryin throw the kids, the twat, stop And you know I was ballin' with my dudes, watch A bunch of bad kids with some boondocks My brother had the pack in his tool socks The shit that gave your auntie the jaw lock Let me talk my shit, let me walk my shit Let me smoke my spliff, let me spit this crack Let me sip this uh, let me sip this sip Let me fuck yo' bitch [Beat Switch & Talking: DJ Andrew & Juice WRLD] Uh, uh, uh, woah Woah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, that shit sound hard right there This shit is fucking wacky old machine, my old keyboard used to do that shit, woah, woah Switch it up, c'mon, Frank Ocean vibes Exactly what I said This sound like some Frank Ocean shit, which I love Oof, it do though [Verse 3] Drivin' in Forces I can't help but enforce it I remember broke, I couldn't even afford a pair all-white, G-Fazo Air Forces Now my view is gorgeous, big house, think I need a fuckin' florist Yeah, she adorable, I'ma explore a bitch like Dora Caught up in my feelings, my feelings concealing Realest in the building, you gotta be kiddin' You should hide your wives, your kids, your children We gon' come for all, we take it, we villians Sicker than a dog, I need penicillin Yo' lil bitch a hog, she suck on my feelings Yeah she do it all, she tryna' hit the mall But I don't hit the mall, I'm not a regular guy, my fault I give all my thanks to god, yeah I give that to Allah I been going way too hard, I put down the Xanny Bars Percocet's got me too far, they have never steered me wrong So I'm going to take them strong, G-Money said leave the lean alone But I can't leave that lean alone, no we can't leave that lean alone See, I live in some styrofoam, I call that shit my second home I call that shit my second home, I call that shit my second home G-Money told me never rip the chrome Just leave that shit to my east side bros Leave that shit to my east side bros Leave that shit to my east side bros Thanks to Young Thug, I got a few more zoes Thanks to Drake, guess I got a few more woes Runnin' through the six, throwing straight elbows No Adidas, but I give a nigga shell toes My flow the type to fuck a nigga head up Fuck a face, I'm finna fuck up her make up I spit a couple shits a nigga cannot make up They can't say guns You gettin' out of here, I gotta' handshake yuh I see you later, make a million, I'm back to the millions Realest in the building, he finna go home And he- I'm oxic, I'm acid, affin, rapping eh, watch this I say, I'm massively rapping, I'm massive the fact that these bastards can't manage, I promise you gon' need more than a bandage, I promise the proceed, I had yo' momma coked up like a nosebleed I flow, so cold, I shine through all the dark, and you know it's just me Numero, numero uno, I'm testing, yo girl, my dick is in her intestines My flow is better than better, she wetter than wetter I may just get her wetter forever, then buy her a sweater Only put in half of the effort these niggas together I still fuck all these niggas up, and they all together I don't need no team but I got a gang behind me I'm gon' run this shit, I feel like it is an army I'm gon run it, I run it, I run it like a track-meet I'm flexing and countin' they call me the athlete, math geek Uh, my flow is intricate, too close like it's intimate Killin' em', I'ma pull up to the Lamborghini dealership Niggas don't even know who they fuck they fuckin dealin' with My team is the mob, I feel like John Dillinger No limit, we got no limits, that's a clean sprite, then pour a four in it Uh, yeah, pull up, my window too tinted, Serena Williams, I serve it like tennis I fell off beat, then pick this shit back up If I go broke that mean G-Money servin' crack up I burn down your tabernacle ooh, I feel like the sack, you gon need a tackle ooh, yeah, yeah [Talking] Bring it up lil bit louder Yeah, uh, uh It's funny how the simple beats be the ea- like, be hard, like the spaz on them, It's like a cypher ass beat, like [Verse 4] She told me I save her life I'm gon' give her all my time Lucid Dreams then lead a blind That song made me most of mine Millions in the bank account, then more up in the safe You talkin' down to me, then I'ma show up to your place I promise you for real, I've never been a fake I'm eatin super good, I think I need another plate I'm jumpin', these niggas got No Jumper, shout out to No Jumper That choppa is still dumping, you run up and steal nothing There's 23 in that, I'm feelin like I'm jump-man, jump-man Ju-jump-man Nikes on my feet like Mac Miller, Rest In Peace to him Fuck Love like X, Rest In Peace to him Goddamn I'm in a Bentley Truck like Peep and them By the way I'm screaming Rest In Peace to Peep and them The best SoundCloud rapper to do it, it's not SoundCloud This is real life, and you dealin' with a bloodhound, I don't smoke loud, I smoke niggas buckloud, I'm doper than all of them dope dealers you know now I'm doper than dope dealers, you will get disfigured, and wash like a nanny when she washing the dish nigga, ballin' I swish nigga I never switch nigga, I feel like a bad parent, give me the switch nigga I'm the type to ball out, you know what it is nigga It's molly in my cup, shout out to Lil Bill nigga I'ma ball hard, I put that on my kids nigga We Repo man, we pull up straight to your crib nigga Uh, straight to your crib, straight to your crib We, uh pull up straight to your crib Passionately early, won't show up late to your crib AP Two-Tone on my wrist nigga, you know what it is I could rap, I could sing, I could trap, I could kick I could shoot, I could fuck, I could bust on a bitch in the back of the truck while she suck on my dick, ah Confident than a bitch, I'm confident than a bitch I'm confident than a bitch, that's a problem to these niggas who know that I'm the shit I should start singing or something, bells start ringing or something And we gon' smash a pumpkin, smash it while I listen to Smashing Pumpkins It ain't nothin' but combustion, I'm aiming at your head like concussion Momma like "Why you keep cussing?" Ma, cause I don't give a fucking about nothing The young rich, dumb rich, I'm a smart guy, but I'm dumb rich On that dumb shit, how fast can I make the bitch cum, shit Run up on me then I shoot, it ain't nothing The girl say she got a muffin in the oven She told me that I help make the stuffing I only bust in the bitch with a substance, heh I heard your girl having my kid Well that's your kid, good luck how you live Give a fuck how you feel, that's how I feel Lil sis' just walked in this bi-i-tch I been gettin' cash everyday I'm ri-i-ch Money on my wrist, it cost your re-e-nt I just lost my brother to some whole mob shit Tryna kill all them niggas, on some god shit I feel like a god, fuck it, I'm a goblin Batman with this shit cause I'm Robin Me and Andrew making beats, we can knock it Run up on choppa on me, it'll pop ya I'm at [?] We get real big, we get real rich I don't give shits, I just take shits I'ma earthquake, how I shake shit I'm an addict, but I'm serving the basement Choppa leave a nigga shakin' like a Haitian I don't give a fuck what a nigga sayin' On the ground, where a fuck nigga layin' Uh-huh, uh-huh,- uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh [Verse 5] I'm an animal Really, I'm such a cannibal I, put a bullet in your soup can, no Campbell's My flow you can't handle, nigga you get scrambled Nigga I disable and connect like cable I never kill my brother, I'm not Kane, no Abel These niggas fake as fuck, telling lies, they fables Try me if you wanna, you can smell like marijuana Put that on my momma, presidential like Obama Started from the bottom, nigga it ain't nothin' Look at all this shit that I be freestylin' and you jottin All them fake murders you be plottin', nigga you a bitch, you ain't talkin bout' nothin' Niggas ain't on shit, if they try me, then they busting They just killed my brother, Rest In Peace to lil brodie And if you try me, that's okay, I swear that it's over You would get smoked, I ain't sober Uh, perc' pop, make her twerk, stop Got that bitch twisted like my dreadlocks John Cena with the hook and the headlock Feel like Flintstone, I can make your bed rock J.F.K with the choppa, that's a headshot Too soon, hell nah, fuck the shit bruh Whole time I told you that I am a rich bruh Ignorant than a bitch bruh, I never gave a shit bruh All that shit I spit, freestyle, I ain't writ' shit I'm richer than a rich bitch, I'm richer than a white bitch And I go harder than a dyke bitch, ha Don't try it, if you try me, you niggas'll end up dying 2012 up in this choppa, I end you just like the Mayans Tell a nigga-, wait, let me rephrase that I say, tell me a nigga you think that could fuck with me I won't have my gun on me luckily But it's like Velcro, this shit stuck with me Money stick in my pockets like a snuggy, it's comfortably Uh, yo bitch wanna come and eat lunch with me That pussy like breakfast, I'll put the Cinnamon Toast Crunch- Ooh I go, Pussy like breakfast, hold on I gotta catch that shit Yo bitch wanna come and eat lunch with me Her pussy breakfast, I'ma Cinnamon Toast Crunch for free Second ounce to eat, fuckin' with my team, I was mixin' perky with the motherfuckin' lean I'm like conversion, you can't fuck with me These niggas funny they just Chris Tuckin' me, uh He wanna serve percs you better buckle in me, uh Choppa on me like a sip of the lean, uh I'ma shit up on these haters and these goofy ass niggas Think they ballin' like they Lakers Try me if you wanna, boy I swear it ain't nothin' We uh get it bustin, we uh get it bustin Aimin' at your head like a nigga caught concussions You try-, hold on, hold on, hold on I'm back in, bound to get it crackin' Tryna find a baddie, hit it from the back end Choppa on my hip, I shoot it like it's Afghan' Shoot him in his face, that was that niggas last chance That's the last stand, do what I can I do what I want and you do what you can Choppa like a long nose like a bird toucan, huh Green eggs serve like Sam-I-Am Throw a nigga body in a trash can Take yo' bitch out at the same time, I'm the trash man Hell yeah nigga, I'm the trash man She say she ain't lookin' for, I'm her last man Shorty gon' go gay for the night I put that on my life, then put my dick on her twice You can try if you want, we gon' be posted at the front With a gun and a blunt, aim this shit at your life, uh You be iffy uh, what's tha-, how the lyric go? Got the sticky tucked, niggas iffy uh, Juice got the sticky tucked Try me if you want, it's gon' be another one I'm the definition of a-, keep it going You know, huh-uh Get your bodies up, Bill Cosby in the party got my molly's up We ran a train up on your lil barbie, she got charlied up [Verse 6: Instrumental Back] We ran a train upon your lil barbie, she got trollied up I feel like Tony Hawk when I be skating, you can't ollie us These bitches trip on like Twitter you just wanna follow us Ay, my dick a fool, she gon' swallow up, say he want war with a gun tip, hollow up Halloween mask on my face, nigga trick-or-treat Take yo' bitch out to eat, and she suck the dick for free I ain't even pay for the bitch food nigga, ignorant, 19 young and rude nigga Five seconds from dropping out of school nigga Cheated on a test, teacher said that they was cool with it A couple blunts and a city said they bool with it I shit up on these niggas, they some fu- [Verse 7: Guitar Instrumental] They say that I'm not like them, well I'm not My mom had asked if I get high, I do that a lot I'm proud of what I do, it's oxy in my vitals Right hand on the rifle, left hand on the bible What should I read, I'm getting indecisive Yo' girl could have everything but a title She say she want my music on Tidal, mhm She say she want me to be the one she confide to Well, I admit I kinda like you But I don't think my wifey would like If I wifed you So I'm gon' Yachty that, yeah I'm gon' One Night you To be honest, I don't think you my type boo But, hey, that's what the Xans do I ain't wanna fuck you, I mean, I didn't plan to But things change, my life rearranged We in the same book, but bitch I'm on a different page It's an outrage, that I'm too paid It's an outrage, that the industry two faced That's okay cause I got something for that two face An ACE Car and a sad boy, blueface This that new Kurk and that old Wayne This that new perc', that new cocaine She told me she do cocaine Asked me If I wanna try it, I responded no way I'm kinda skeptical about that nose play My pockets fat as fuck, they Ricky Rozay In other words, it look like I just had seconds at Wings Stop The crack I cook could make your auntie jaw lock Oooh, I'm trapped in my sorrows Do you have some lyrics I could borrow That's you, always stealing flows Shaquelio O'Neil in the fourth, I was throwin' all the bowls, oh Perc's R Us, That's what's up, never gave a fuck My enemies are like virginity, they give it up Hands in the sky, reach as high as you can, the jig is up I ain't never fall for the same tricks I told her tricks are for kids, JuiceTheKidd bitch I ain't never fall for the same tricks I told her tricks are for kids, JuiceTheKidd bitch And you a trick, but I won't pay for shit I never pay for shit But I always play to win My momma ask everyday when I wake up do I sin? I think about the percs I did as soon as my eyelids open Whoo That shit hard