Bad One

作词 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/B. Yewah

作曲 : Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/B. Yewah

Yo, Dre

Yeah

I'ma just lay back on this one

Let me apologize in advance (I like that)

**** it, forgive me (Alright)

**** it, I don't mean to sound arrogant, but (You ready? **** it)

Yeah, my head up in the sky again

But even that, my stacks are higher than

Money pile like Tony Stark's, that's how much I earn, man

Girl, my head is swole I feel incredible as the Hulk

Meaning, I'm tryin' to smash

So, come get in line like Santa and climb up inside my lap

C'mon

While I devise a plan

Won't be talkin' about Purell when Santa ties your hands (Yeah, c'mere)

And I am an

Industrial-strength heightened brand

Fryin' pan

Rap is something that I've just had the skillet for some timing, am

An artist who can draw a crowd like a diagram

Like drawing breath from your diaphragm

I've achieved every aspiration that I have had

Got a diamond plaque or two or three or four

But that don't change my attitude, I got a bad one

Aye, I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm goin' platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm goin' diamond

I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm goin' gold now

I love all my records, but she said I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm goin' platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm goin' diamond

I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm goin' gold now

I love all my records, but she said I got a bad one

Yeah

One minute, you're here, next minute, you're gone, don't sit there and scoff

Lil' bitch, you can knock the shit about me bein' immature off

If it isn't my fault, the liquor is often twisting my thoughts

You said you're looking for miniature golf

Thought you said lookin' for men to jerk off

Ha

Your mouth is a hole (What?)

That means my dick is engulfed

Sick as a dog with croup cough (What?)

Biggie is gone and Tupac (Yeah)

And I'm still alive and you not the woo, dog

So, who died and made you God?

Anything can set my mood off, attitude, I've always had one

My temper's like the bitch I just scooped up, I got a bad one

Aye, I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm goin' platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm goin' diamond

I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm goin' gold now

I love all my records, but she said I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm goin' platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm goin' diamond

I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm goin' gold now

I love all my records, but she said I got a bad one (Yo)

This whole sub-genre with all these corny white rappers, I'm not a fan of it

It ain't my fault, but like sock puppets, I had a hand in it (Oops)

This thousand bucks in my hand is just like what Candace did

When she turned her back on her own race 'cause I have abandoned it

One of the greatest who did it, look what I came up through

You never made it to the level that I made it to

So similar to a dinner table, I ate at you (Sorry)

Haters, I made a few

But like when Three Stacks just plays the flute

I ain't got shit to say to you (Nah)

And me offendin' you's nothing new (Nah)

**** it, it's what I love to do

This is subterfuge, just to screw with you

And yeah, this much is true

But sounds like something that Puff would do

At the party with Aaron Hall 'cause I just love to **** with you (Yay)

A line of blush, foundation kit

'Cause it's you I make upset

Brain is dead, space cadet

Like when Ye forgets to take his meds

So, when they get mad or angry at

A statement that I may have said

I just say, "Man, I didn't say that shit, Shady did"

'Cause all I do is write the rhymes and then wait for that beat to play, spit 'em

Trigger finger, make like a green beret like he would get a submachine to spray with 'em

I should go back to those sleeping aids

Because I'm so stuck in my evil ways

Then I'm ****ed either way

The people still seem to think that they want the old me 'til they get him

Got 'em up in arms like monkey bars

The ****ing bomb with the puffy on

I'm blowin' up the Kid Cudi's car

In front of his house where all his buddies are

Just another day at the office, but it seems like Marsh's ****ing job is done

Mission accomplished, he pulled off his stunt

Pissed a billion people off at once (Yeah)

But I gotta keep going Tyson on Kelly (What?)

I bodied him twice and already

That little mother****er's back throwing subs (Like what?)

Like a food fight at the deli

And that is why E got the attitude he got like Liza Minnelli

My male ego

Was the size of the belly on Jelly Roll

And bitch, I got a bad one

I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm goin' platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm goin' diamond

I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm goin' gold now

I love all my records, but she said I got a bad one

She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm goin' platinum

You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm goin' diamond

I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm goin' gold now

I love all my records, but she said I got a bad one