Music Video
Bad Mother F*cker
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
mgk
Vocals
Alfonso "Ceven" Lugo
Scratches
Kid Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Ritchie
Songwriter
Earl Johnson, Jr.
Songwriter
Richard Colson Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JPdidthis1
Producer
Mike Rachlin
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve "Rock Star" Dickey
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad motherfucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Trying to follow orders, just go on and be free
[Verse 2]
Be free like a bird, so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'till the day I die
Be free like a bird, so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'till the day I die
Yeah, bad, bad
Motherfucker
Till the day I die
[Verse 3]
I'm a bad brain, Bruce Wayne in the fast lane
Couple Js in the ashtray, style, motherfucker
Tattooed back, man see the rap name
Take a bath in the champagne, wild motherfucker
Straight from the block, dog
Ducking shots, walking to the store
Dollar for a Black & Mild, motherfucker
Blew up as a rock star, so I'm top floor
Throwing drinks on a cop car, foul motherfucker
The only number calling up my phone
Is from my dealer, swear that dude will not leave me alone
'Cause he knows when I pick up I'ma cop a couple zones
And my girl know I ain't fuckin' till she roll me up a cone
[Verse 4]
I be keeping freaks in the home, yeah
Apollonia
Gold teeth like the Nolia
Keep 'em on, yeah
I be rolling stoned, yeah
Should be on the cover with my middle finger
Screaming, I'm a bad motherfucker
[Verse 5]
When the line froze, what did I see?
A bad motherfucker standing next to me
With his eyes closed, told he can't see
Trying to follow orders, just go on and be free
[Verse 6]
Be free like a bird, so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'till the day I die
Be free like a bird, so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'till the day I die
Yeah, bad bad
Motherfucker
Till the day I die
[Verse 7]
Hey, Kid Rock, that's a bad motherfucker
Young Kells, that's a bad motherfucker (Oh shit)
Detroit, y'all some bad motherfuckers
Cleveland, y'all some bad motherfuckers
Okay, I'm reaching in my pocket
Got a condom and a hundred dollar bill
I could snort a rock or I could spend it on a pill
I be with some models that just flew in from Brazil
When they give me pussy 365 days a year, bitch
I'm the type to never go to sleep
I'm the type to break a couple motherfucker's teeth
I'm the type to drop a hit of acid on the beach
And fly to Baltimore and scream, fuck the police
[Verse 8]
Do not get it twisted, this is not a image
There are legends told about the nights I'm in the building
It is not a question whether or not I'm the trillest
Every bitch is pressing me to get some cum on they acrylics
One point five million for my record deal and now I got the feeling
I could finally give a fuck about my parent's marriage healing
I'ma buy some mirrors just to put 'em on the ceiling
So when I wake up I see the realest motherfucker breathing
[Verse 9]
Be free like a bird, so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'till the day I die
Be free like a bird, so today I'ma fly
Bad, bad motherfucker 'till the day I die
Yeah, bad, bad
Motherfucker
Till the day I die
[Verse 10]
Bad motherfucker 'till the day I die
Bad, bad, bad motherfucker
Bad, bad, bad motherfucker
Bad motherfucker till the day I die
Yeah, bad, bad motherfucker 'till the day I die
Written by: Colson Baker, Earl Johnson, Jr., Robert Ritchie
