I'm Bad

I spell B-A-D

I'm bad

That means no messing me

Now all you women

Remember when I was twenty-one?

That was a year, baby

That I had a-lots of fun

But a year has gone by

I'm now twenty-two

I can eat nails, honey

And drink gunpowder soup

I spell B-A-D

I'm bad

That means no messing me

Now, honey you better tell your husband

Quit sneaking, peeping at me

He wanna fight off the man

That I'm the supposed to be

I'll make sure the drill's running

And mess up his face

I'll even try to snatch both of

His legs outta placeB-A-D, bad

One more question, honey

Before I start to stutter

I can even tell you why

White milk make yellow butter

I'm B-A-D, bad

You ask me, honey

What it was all about

You even asked me where the light went

When it went out

I'm B-A-D

I'm bad

Don't mess with me

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

Wha-hoo

Wha-hoo