You think that I'm bad
You think I'm a whore (yeah)
But I get a thrill from bodies and gore
Mothafucka do you get the message?
I'll chop you up and wrap yo ass in plastic
Save a piece or two to feed the masses
And drown the rest in hydraflouric acid
Well that's right, I'm a bad bitch
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
That's right, I'm a bad bitch
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
That's right I'm a bad bitch
I don't fuck with dolls or diamonds and pearls
Yeah I don't give a shit
I'd rather burn down your house
And key up your Porshe
And you'll be screaming "Oh my God"
So do you get the message?
I'll chop you up and wrap yo ass in plastic
Save a piece or two to feed the masses
Make sure you never get an open casket
I'm a bad bitch
(ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
That's right, I'm a bad bitch
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
That I'm bad, I'm a bad bitch
You used to want me, okay now we're talkin'
I'm glad we could work something out
Don't care, stop complaining
When you're cuffed and naked
Locked up in some basement face down in the pavement
While I flick a match at the gas tank by your bed
(ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
That's right, I'm a bad bitch
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Oh, I'm a bad bitch