I spell B-A-D I'm bad That means no messing 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 gunpowder soup I spell B-A-D I'm bad That means no messing me Now, honey you better tell your husband Quit sneaking, peeping at me He wanna fight off the man That I'm the supposed to be I'll make sure the drill's running And mess up his face I'll even try to snatch both of His legs outta place B-A-D, bad One more question, honey Before I start to stutter I can even tell you why White milk make yellow bu*ter I'm B-A-D, bad You ask me, honey What it was all about You even asked me where the light went When it went out I'm B-A-D I'm bad Don't mess with me Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Wha-hoo Wha-hoo