And I'm The Bad Guy
Blue collar now white, blood on your hands Awake I’m on my tippy toes
You Stroll around like no one knows
Thinking you're no criminal
You don't say thank you or please
You do what the elite want; not on my shift
Sick souls are so cyclical
So you're a kid's guy
Like it really rough in bogs guy
Elite can't get enough of guy
Chest always so puffed guy
Whilst I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your wife see the light
Might seduce your dad type
And I'm the bad guy
Duh
I'm the bad guy
I like it when you deny polce reports
Even if it makes you think that you own me
I’ll let you play that role
I'll be your nemesis
Your mommy likes to sing along with you
But she won't sing this song
Once she knows all the lyrics
She'll spit at the man she spawned
So you're a kids guy
Like it really rough in bogs guy
Just can't get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I'm that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your wife see the tight
Might seduce your dad type
I'm the bad guy
Duh
I'm the bad guy
Duh
I'm only good at bein' bad, bad
I like when you confess to the police
Though I'm pretty mad that you're the one they condone
Your wife deserves you, but your children don’t?
I mean, she’s seen what you do
But maybe it's 'cause your wearing savile’s cologne
And I'm a bad guy
I'm-I'm a bad guy
Bad guy, bad guy
I'm a bad-
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