Bad One

[Intro: Eminem]

Yo, Dre

Yeah

I'ma just lay back on this

Let me apologize in advance (I like that)

**** it, forgive me, alright

**** it, I don't mean to sound arrogant, but

[Verse 1: Eminem]

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 small, 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 heightened brand

Frying 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

[Chorus: Luis Restro]

I got a bad one, she just gotta put up with my shit I'm going platinum

You just gotta put up with my risks 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

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

You just gotta put up with my risks I'm going diamond

I just Fidel up on the link I'm going gold now

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

[Verse 2: Eminem]

One minute you're here, next minute you're gone

Don't sit there and scoff, look, bitch

You can knock the shit about me being immature off

It isn't my fault the liquor is off, been twisting my thoughts

You said you're looking for miniature golf

I thought you said looking for midgets who golf

Your mouth is a hole (What?), that means my dick is engulfed (Slurp)

Sick as a dog with true cough (Yeah)

Biggie is gone (Yeah) and Tupac

And I'm still alive and you not the woo dogs

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

[Chorus: Eminem & Luis Restro, Both]

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 risks 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

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

You just gotta put up with my risks I'm going diamond

I just Fidel up on the link I'm going gold now

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

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Yeah, what's up with genreing me with all these corny white rappers

I'm not a fan of it, it ain't my fault

But like sock in 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 at 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, **** it, it's what I love to do

This is self defuse, just to screw with you

When yeah this much is true

This sounds like something that Puff would do at the party

With Erin Hawks, 'cause I just love to **** with you, **** with you

[Verse 4: Eminem]

A line of blush, foundation kit

'Cause it's you, I may 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

Split them trigger finger, make like the Green Beret

He would get a submachine to spray with them

I should go back to those sleeping days

Because I am so stuck in my evil ways

Tell them to **** either way, the people seem to think they want the old me

'Til they get him, got 'em all up in arms like monkey bars

Got the ****ing bomb with the puffy on

I'm blowing up for Kid Cudi's car, front of his house

Where all his buddies are, just another day at the office

But it seems like Marshall's ****ing job is done, mission accomplished

Keep them off this stunt, 'cause he civilian pissing people off at once

I gotta keep going Tyson on Kelly

I bodied him twice and already

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

Like a food fight at the deli, banana's what he got

The attitude he got

Like Liza Minnelli my melly goes, size of a belly I'm Jelly Roll

[Chorus: Luis Restro]

I got a bad one, she just gotta put up with my shit I'm going platinum

You just gotta put up with my risks 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

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

You just gotta put up with my risks I'm going diamond

I just Fidel up on the link I'm going gold now

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