Bitch Bad

I say

Bitch bad

Woman good

Lady better

Hey

Hey

Hey

Hey

Now imagine there's a shorty

Maybe five, maybe four

Ridin' 'round with his mama listening to the radio

And a song comes on, and not far from being born

Doesn't know the difference between right and wrong

Now, I ain't trying to make it too complex

But let's just say shorty has an undeveloped context

About the perception of women these days

His mama sings along, and this is what she says

"****, I'm a bad bitch

And I'm that bitch

Something that's far above average"

And maybe other rhyming words like "Cabbage" and "Savage"

And "Baby Carriage" and other things that match it

Couple of things are happening here

First, he's relatin' the word "Bitch" with his mama, comma

And because she's relatin' to herself, his most important source of help

And mental health, he may skew respect for dishonor

Bitch bad

Woman good

Lady better

They misunderstood

(I'm killin' these bitches) Tell 'em

Bitch bad

Woman good

Lady better

They misunderstood

They misunderstood

I'm killin' these bitches (Yeah)

Now, imagine a group of little girls, nine through twelve

On the internet watchin' videos, listenin' to songs by themselves

Doesn't really matter if they have parental clearance

They understand the internet better than their parents

Now, being the internet, the content's probably uncensored

They're young, so they're malleable and probably unmentored

A complicated combination, maybe with no relevance

Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer's preference

"Bad bitches, bad bitches, bad bitches

That's all I want, and all I like in life is bad bitches, bad bitches"

Now, let's say that they less concerned with him

And more with the video girl acquiescent to his whims

Ah, the plot thickens

High heels, long hair, fat booty, slim

Reality check, I'm not trippin'

They don't see a paid actress

Just what makes a bad bitch

Bitch bad

Woman good

Lady better

They misunderstood

I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say

Bitch bad

Woman good

Lady better

They misunderstood

(I'm killin' these bitches)

Disclaimer:

This rhymer, Lupe

Is not using "Bitch" as a lesson

But as a psychological weapon

To set in your mind

And really mess with your conceptions

Discretions, reflections, it's clever misdirection

'Cause

While I was rappin', they was growin' up fast

Nobody stepped in to ever slow 'em up, gasp

Sure enough

In this little world

The little boy meets one of those little girls

And he thinks she a bad bitch

And she think she a bad bitch

He thinks disrespecfully

She thinks of that sexually

She got the wrong idea

He don't wanna fuck her

He think she bad at bein' a bitch

Like his mother

Mama never dressed like that

Come out the house, hot mess like that

Ass, titties, breasts like that

All out to impress like that

Just like that

You see the fruit of the confusion

He caught in a reality, she caught in an illusion

"Bad" mean "Good" to her

She really nice and smart

But "Bad" mean "Bad" to him

Bitch, don't play a part

But bitch still bad to her if you say it the wrong way

But she think she a bitch, what a double entendre

Tell her

Bitch bad

Woman good

Lady better

They misunderstood

I say, I say, I say, I say, I say, I say

Bitch bad

Woman good

Lady better

They misunderstood

(I'm killin' these bitches)

Bitch bad

Woman good

Lady better

They misunderstood

You're misunderstood

(I'm killin' these bitches)

Bitch bad

Woman good

Lady better

Greatest motherhood

Yeah

(I'm killin' these bitches)