[ VERSE 1 ]   I'm a young gifted and black mack, rap sweet like candy yams   And I make you put your fist up to your mouth and say, "Goddamn!"   Boy, I got heat, flame-o, pull a mic, liquid draino   Verbal volcano, they love me, cause they know   I'm cut from the cloth that real men are made of   Bitches get sprayed up with clips of this Bay love   Attackin you with vernacular, dialect and lingo   The Rapper Gone Bad, boy, peep the first single   Bounce and shake what your mama gave you   It's the drapers, can you feel it? Nothin can save you   >From the dapper rapper who stay fitted like a mannequin   Hoes see me in the traffic and say, "Girl, there go that man again"   I'm fabulicious, game nutricious   Break bitches like dishes and drink like them fishes   Boy, put some of that yukon jack in the bag   And come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad      (Rapper gone bad)   (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)   (Baaad)      [ VERSE 2 ]   I'm a old schooler like Grandmaster and the 5 that was Furious   Bitches goin delirious even though it ain't that serious   You're curious? Well, listen to these lyricals   Them suckers tryin to knock this, it's gonna take a miracle   I'm seasoned with the game that o.g.'s told me   Got laced like Luke did by Obi Won Kenobi   Or Yoda, hold a, mic in my right hand   And when I'm sleep you know I keep a fat strap in my nightstand   I strike men, my height, man, is l-o-double d   I see us after the show at the hotel Double Tree   Cool, calm and collected, but sometimes I get mean   Cause suckers sick of the scene like they Jack and I'm the Green   Giant, defiant, bitches get dealt with quick   Can't be on this ball team unless you wanna help get grits   Let's get rich, is what I tell em, sell em dreams like horoscopes   They try to fight the feeling, but it's hard to ignore your folks   Mac D with the r connected to the e (me)   Might be at the bar drinkin Hennessy   In between the sheets I'm a freak and a cold piece of work   My body over her body like Johnny, Keith and Levert      (Rapper gone bad)   (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)   (Baaad)      [ VERSE 3 ]   A thug like 2pac, wanna mack like Too $hort   Smoke punks like Newports, get drunk off 2 quarts   Bendin corners in somethin ninety-new   Lookin real ragoon on my way to see Chuey   Boy, I'm on the air gettin heavy rotation   But I'm still a player with a Chevy on Daytons   I'm hi-po, and the five-o really can't stand me   Got posse, Flowmasters and Shift, King and Tranny   Chirpin every time I shift gears   In that '95 Impala with them gold-dipped gears   Put some of that 1-5-1 in the bag   Come fuck with yo partner, the rapper gone bad      (Rapper gone bad)   (Ra-ra-ra-ra-rap)   (Baaad)