buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit I don't know why niggaz like to talk bad about me I'm the richest
for me? Now can we let the past go so we can have a future? When a push comes to shove would you come through for me? I can't be bad by myself be sad
shake me But you won't change me That I know You can break me break me break me break me But you won't change me That I know I'm only one bad apple but
kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with string These are a few of my favourite things Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple
that a keep a brother on his knees And I'm so curious After the club hang out with me Valentino is sure to please For now let's have an apple martini
And I'm so curious After the club, hang out with me Valentino is sure to please For now, let's have a Apple Martini And get to know each other [Chorus
Light a light switch Just go back Really, what's so hard about that Turn it off Turn it off When I was young my dad Would treat my mom real bad Everytime
paparaz, pose for the camera All my ladies if you got it let me know She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker Apple
a young man picking up a gun I guess that's where the money goes, yeah am i just as good as a bad man sleeping while the rest are dying or am i just as bad
there were many before me I was always labelled the black sheep of the family what a bad seed I grow to be but if you take a look at us now you'll see the apple
tryin to score me some lapdances I'm bout to relapse so maybe pour me some Jack Daniels Formula 40-40 and 40s with mad capsules The bad apple spoils
wouldn't believe And I get more ass than a toilet seat Three to the one from the one to the three I met a bad bitch last night in the D Let me tell you
: [Eminem] Hi! Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place blowed, and sprayed Puffy with Mase I laced the weed with insect repellant
: Hi! Oringinal bad boy on the case cover your face Came in the place blowed and sprayed Puffy with mace I laced your weed with insect repellent better
at you? How could you? Just leave me and love him out the blue Oh, what's a matter Kim? Am I too loud for you? Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear
wild with the rin-tin-tin The chrome's to your dome, so tell me what's left And breathe your last breath, and play the game of death [Mastamind] Bad
when it's mine, I never share, fight to the death If need be to prove that, wounds from your war Other bitches couldn't soothe that, broke from a bad
and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels