I'm Bad

I spell, B-A-D
 I'm bad
 That mean no messin' 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 gun powder soup
 I spell B-A-D
 I'm bad
 Don't mess with me
 Now, honey you better tell yo' husband
 Quit sneakin', peepin', at me
 He wanna fight off the man
 That I'm the s'posed to be
 I'll make sure the drill's runnin'
 And mess up his face
 I'll even try to snatch bof'a
 His legs outta place
 B-A-D, bad
 One mo' question, honey
 Before I start to studder
 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
 Ya even asked me where the light went
 When it went out
 I'm B-A-D
 I'm bad
 Don't mess with me
 All, all, all, all
 All, all, all, all
 Wah-hoo!