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(Calling all cars, calling all cars...) |
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(Be on the lookout for a tall light-skinned brother with dimples) |
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(Wearing a black kangol, sweatsuit, gold chain, and sneakers) |
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(Last seen on Farmers Boulevard headed east) |
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(Alias L.L. Cool J) |
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(He's bad...) |
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Aaaahhhhhhhhhh... |
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No rapper can rap quite like I can |
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I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand |
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Not the last Mafioso I'm a MC cop |
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Make you say, "Go L.L. and do the wop" |
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If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet |
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Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet |
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Trendsetter I'm better my rhymes are good |
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I got a gold name plate that says I wish you would |
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And when rap begin then I gotta join in and |
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Before my rhyme is over you know I'm a win |
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Cool J has arrived so you better make way |
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Ask anybody in the crowd they say the kid don't play! |
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Sparring competition that's my hobby and job |
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I don't wear a disguise because I don't own the mob |
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Got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped |
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So many girls on my jock I think my phone here is tapped |
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I'm bad |
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(Cool J) |
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(Cool J) |
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(C C C C Cool J J) |
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(Cool J) |
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(C C C C C C C Cool J J J J J) |
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I'm like Tyson icin' I'm a soldier at war |
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I'm makin' sure you don't try to battle me no more |
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Got concrete rhymes been rappin' for ten years and |
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Even when I'm braggin' I'm bein' sincere |
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MC's can't win I make 'em rust like tin |
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They call me Jaws my hat is like a shark's fin |
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Because I'm bad as can be got my voice on wax |
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Some brothers think he's making records now he must have relaxed |
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I couldn't shouldn't and it'll stay that way |
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The best rapper you've heard is L.L. Cool J |
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Kamikaze take a look at what I've done |
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Used to rock in my basement now I'm number one |
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And can happen on time never standin' on line |
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You wanna try me first you better learn how to rhyme |
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I'm the pinnacle that means I reign supreme |
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And I'm notorious I'll crush you like a jelly bean |
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I'm bad |
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I eliminate punks cut 'em up in chunks |
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You were souped you heard me and your ego shrunk |
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I'm devastating I'm so good it's a shame |
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Cause I eat rappers like a cannibal they call me insane |
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I'm as strong as a bull of course you know I am pull |
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I enjoy what I'm doing plus I'm paid in full |
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Not Buckaroo Bonsai but busted out as I |
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Say the kind of rhymes that make MC's wish that I die |
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Never retire or put my mike on the shelf |
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The baddest rapper in the history of rap itself |
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Not bitter or mad just provin' I'm bad |
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You want a hit give me a hour plus a pen and a pad |
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MC's they retreat cause they know I can beat 'em |
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And eat 'em in a battle and the ref won't cheat 'em |
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I'm the best takin' out all rookies |
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So forget Oreos eat Cool J cookies |
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I'm bad |
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(Cool J) |
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(Cool J J J) |
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(Cool J J J) |
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(C Cool J) |
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Never ever no never |
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Never wearin' no Levis battle me why try |
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I'll treat you like a stepchild so tell mommy bye bye |
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Sparrin' MC's and I'm a never get whipped |
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When I retire I'll get worship like a old battleship |
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L.L. I'm bad other rappers know |
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When I enter the center they say, "Yo, yo there he go!" |
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My paycheck's large Mr. Bogart in charge |
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Not a puncher or hunter from a rap cool large |
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The original Todd teachin' how to be hard |
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Take the skin off a snake and split a pea from a pod |
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You're a novice I'm noble and I decipher my tongue |
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Not Atilla the Hun but no I'm Threwler his son |
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My vulture's exact like rack and pinion in a Jag |
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You try to brag you get your rhymes from a grab-bag |
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No good scavenger catfish vulture |
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My tongue's a chisel in this competition sculpture |
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I'm bad |
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(Think I'm gonna need backup) |
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(Think I'm gonna need backup) |
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(Give me that Walkie Talkie.) |
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(Yo this is L.L. Cool J) |
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(And you'll never catch me so don't even try it) |
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(I'm too bad for ya, understand...) |
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Aaaaaahhhh... I'm bad! |