Eminem - Bad One (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Eminem - Bad One (en) Lyrics
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Yo, Dre, yeah
I'ma just lay back on this one
Let me apologize in advance
(I like that)
Fuck it, forgive me (Alright)
Fuck it, I don't mean to sound (You ready?)
arrogant (Fuck it, yeah) but
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 trying to smash
So come get in line like Santa
and climb up inside my lap
While I devise a plan
Won't be talkin' about Purell
when Santa ties your hands
And I am an
Industrial-strength high-end brand
Frying pan
Rap is something that I've just had
the skill at for some time, and 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
I got a bad one
She just gotta put up with my
shit, I'm going platinum
You just gotta put up with my
wrist, I'm going diamond
I just put Fidel up on the
link, I'm going gold now
I love all of my records, but
she said I got a bad one
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 being immature off
It isn't my fault, the liquor is
often twisting my thoughts
You said you're looking
for miniature golf
Thought you said looking
for men to jerk off
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 Wu, dog
So who died and made you God?
Anything can set my mood off, attitude,
I've always had one
My temper is like the bitch I just
scooped up, I got a bad one
Yeah, 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
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 offending you's
nothing new (Nah)
Fuck it, it's what I love to do
This is subterfuge, just
to screw with you
And yeah, this much is true
This sounds like something
that Puff would do
At the party with Aaron Hall 'cause I
just love to fuck with you (Woah)
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 fucked 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 fucking bomb, word to Puffy, I'm
I'm blowing up like 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
fucking job is done
Mission accomplished, he
pulled off his stunt
And 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 motherfucker'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
Is the size of the belly on Jelly Roll
And bitch, I got a bad one
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