You're trying to take me to a place
Where the sun only shine on a few
And trying to make the kinda deals
Like the devil gotta plan for you
They say that 16 tons can take a man to his grave
I see you carrying 17
Eating all your cake
I leave it all on the floor
'Cause that's what you gotta do
What kind of man
Would I be without rules?
Something like you
But nothing like you 'cause you're a
Bad
Ba-ad
Bad
Bad motherfucker to me
Bad
Ba-ad
Bad
Bad motherfucker to me
Bad motherfucker to me
Oh you're a bad motherfucker
I'm trying to hold on tight
For dear life
When you wanna do your thing
'Cause your thing
But your thing ain't the thing
That I need to bring the sunshine in
I'd shoot for a prayer if I thought that it would ease
But ain't no passages or prophets
Got the words for my relief
I can't leave it up to God
I know that's what some gotta do
What kinda man
Would I be without rules?
Something like you
But nothing so cruel, 'cause you're a
Bad
Ba-ad
Bad
Bad motherfucker to me
Bad
Ba-ad
Bad
Bad motherfucker to me
Bad motherfucker to me
Oh you're a bad motherfucker
I can't leave it up to God
I know that's what some gotta do
What kinda man
Would I be without rules?
Something like you
But nothing like you, 'cause you're a
Bad
Ba-ad
Bad
Bad motherfucker to me
Bad
Oh you ba-ad
Bad
Bad motherfucker to me
Bad motherfucker to me
Bad
Ba-ad
Bad
Bad motherfucker to me
Bad
Oh you ba-ad
Bad
Bad motherfucker to me
Bad motherfucker to me
Oh you're a bad motherfucker
Bad motherfucker to me
Oh you're a bad motherfucker now!
