You're trying to take me to a place
Where the sun only shine on a few
And trying to make the kinda deals
Like the devil gotta plan for you

They say that sixteen tons
Can take a man to his grave
I see you carrying seventeen
Eating all your cake

I leave it all on the floor
'Cause that's what you gotta do
What kind of man
Would I be without rules?
Something like you
But nothing like you

'Cause you're a bad, bad, bad
Bad mothafucker to me
Bad, bad, bad
Bad mothafucker to me
Bad mothafucker to me
Oh, you're a bad mothafucker

I'm trying to hold on tight for dear life
When you wanna do your thing
But your thing ain't a thing
That I need to bring the sunshine in
I'd shoot for a prayer
If I thought that it would heal
But ain't no passages or prophets
Got the words for my relief

I can't leave it up to God
I know that's what some gotta do
What kinda man
Would I be without rules?
Something like you
But nothing so cruel

'Cause you're a bad, bad, bad
Bad mothafucker to me
Bad, you a bad, bad
Bad mothafucker to me
Bad mothafucker to me
Oh, you're a bad mothafucker

I can't leave it up to God
I know that's what some gotta do
What kinda man
Would I be without rules?
Something like you
But nothing like you
'Cause you're a bad, bad, bad
Bad mothafucker to me
Bad, oh you a bad, bad
Bad mothafucker to me

Bad, bad, bad
Bad mothafucker to me
Bad, oh you a bad, bad
Bad mothafucker to me
Bad mothafucker to me
Oh, you're a bad mothafucker

Bad mothafucker to me
Oh, you're a bad mothafucker, ow