Bad One ft. White Gold de Eminem

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 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

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
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 Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one

Yeah
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
I 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 woo, 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

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
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 Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said 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 they want the old me till they get him
Got 'em up in arms like monkey bars
The fucking bomb with the puffy on
I'm blowing up for 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, people off this 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

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
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 Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now
I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one

Yo, Dre
Sí
Solo me voy a relajar en esta
Déjame pedir disculpas de antemano (me gusta eso)
Al diablo, perdóname (De acuerdo)
Al diablo, no quiero sonar (Estás listo?) arrogante (Al diablo, sí) pero

Sí, mi cabeza está en las nubes de nuevo
Pero incluso así, mis montones son más altos que
Montón de dinero como el de Tony Stark, así es cuanto gano, hombre
Chica, mi cabeza es pequeña, me siento increíble como Hulk
Significa que estoy tratando de aplastar
Así que haz fila como Santa y sube a mi regazo
Mientras trazo un plan
No estaré hablando de Purell cuando Santa ate tus manos
Y yo soy una
Marca de alta resistencia industrial
Sartén
El rap es algo para lo que simplemente he tenido la sartén durante algún tiempo
Un artista que puede atraer a una multitud como un diagrama
Como tomar aliento de tu diafragma
He logrado todas las aspiraciones que he tenido
Conseguí una placa de diamante o dos o tres o cuatro
Pero eso no cambia mi actitud, tengo una mala

Tengo una mala
Ella solo tiene que lidiar con mis tonterías, voy a platino
Tú solo tienes que lidiar con mi muñeca, voy a diamante
Acabé de poner a Fidel en el enlace, ahora voy a oro
Amo todos mis discos, pero ella dijo que tengo una mala
Ella solo tiene que lidiar con mis tonterías, voy a platino
Tú solo tienes que lidiar con mi muñeca, voy a diamante
Acabé de poner a Fidel en el enlace, ahora voy a oro
Amo todos mis discos, pero ella dijo que tengo una mala

Sí
Un minuto estás aquí, al siguiente desapareces, no te quedes ahí burlándote
Puta, puedes superar la mierda sobre mí siendo inmaduro
No es mi culpa, el licor a menudo distorsiona mis pensamientos
Dijiste que buscabas minigolf
Pensé que dijiste que buscabas hombres para masturbarte
Tu boca es un agujero (Qué?), eso significa que mi pene está envuelto
Enfermo como un perro con tos ferina (Qué?)
Biggie se fue y Tupac (Sí)
Y yo sigo vivo y tú no, maldito
Así que quién murió y te hizo Dios?
Cualquier cosa puede alterar mi estado de ánimo, siempre he tenido una actitud
Mi temperamento es como la perra que acabo de recoger, tengo una mala

Tengo una mala
Ella solo tiene que lidiar con mis tonterías, voy a platino
Tú solo tienes que lidiar con mi muñeca, voy a diamante
Acabé de poner a Fidel en el enlace, ahora voy a oro
Amo todos mis discos, pero ella dijo que tengo una mala
Ella solo tiene que lidiar con mis tonterías, voy a platino
Tú solo tienes que lidiar con mi muñeca, voy a diamante
Acabé de poner a Fidel en el enlace, ahora voy a oro
Amo todos mis discos, pero ella dijo que tengo una mala

Sí, todo este subgénero con todos estos raperos blancos cursis, no soy fan de eso
No es mi culpa, pero como títeres, tuve algo que ver con eso
Este mil dólares en mi mano es como lo que Candace hizo
Cuando dio la espalda a su propia raza porque la he abandonado
Uno de los más grandes que lo hizo, mira por lo que pasé
Nunca llegaste al nivel al que llegué yo
Así que parecido a una mesa de cena, te comí (Lo siento)
Los haters, hice unos cuantos
Pero como cuando Three Stacks toca