Peak
69
Weeks
1
Score
89
Chart Year
2024
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In the sixteenth track on his 12th studio album The Death of Slim Shady (Coup De Grâce), Eminem teams up with artist White Gold, marking their second collaboration on the album (the first being track #2, “Habits”), and their fourth overall (including “You Gon' Learn” and “Zeus”). “Bad One” is about his self-awareness of his success, arrogance, and controversies. He reflects on his impact on the rap genre, addresses his critics, and discusses his tumultuous personal life and relationships.
[Eminem:] Yo, Dre, yeah I'ma just lay back on this one Let me apologize in advance (I like that) Fuck it, forgive me (Alright) Fuck it, I don't mean to sound (You ready?) arrogant (Fuck it, yeah) but Yeah, my head up in the sky again But even that, my stacks are higher than Money pile like Tony Stark's, that's how much I earn, man Girl, my head is swole, I feel incredible as the Hulk Meaning I'm trying to smash So come get in line like Santa and climb up inside my lap While I devise a plan Won't be talkin' about Purell when Santa ties your hands And I am an Industrial-strength high-end brand Frying pan Rap is something that I've just had the skill at for some time, and am An artist who can draw a crowd like a diagram Like drawing breath from your diaphragm I've achieved every aspiration that I have had Got a diamond plaque or two or three or four But that don't change my attitude, I got a bad one [White Gold:] I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one [Eminem:] Yeah One minute, you're here, next minute, you're gone, don't sit there and scoff Lil' bitch, you can knock the shit about me being immature off It isn't my fault, the liquor is often twisting my thoughts You said you're looking for miniature golf Thought you said looking for men to jerk off Your mouth is a hole (What?), that means my dick is engulfed Sick as a dog with croup cough (What?) Biggie is gone and Tupac (Yeah) And I'm still alive and you not the Wu, dog So who died and made you God? Anything can set my mood off, attitude, I've always had one My temper is like the bitch I just scooped up, I got a bad one [White Gold:] I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one [Eminem:] Yeah, this whole sub-genre with all these corny white rappers, I'm not a fan of it It ain't my fault, but like sock puppets, I had a hand in it This thousand bucks in my hand is just like what Candace did When she turned her back on her own race 'cause I have abandoned it One of the greatest who did it, look what I came up through You never made it to the level that I made it to So similar to a dinner table, I ate at you (Sorry) Haters, I made a few But like when Three Stacks just plays the flute I ain't got shit to say to you (Nah) And me offending you's nothing new (Nah) Fuck it, it's what I love to do This is subterfuge, just to screw with you And yeah, this much is true This sounds like something that Puff would do At the party with Aaron Hall 'cause I just love to fuck with you (Woah) A line of blush, foundation kit 'Cause it's you I make upset Brain is dead, space cadet Like when Ye forgets to take his meds So when they get mad or angry at A statement that I may have said I just say, "Man, I didn't say that shit, Shady did" 'Cause all I do is write the rhymes and then wait for that beat to play, spit 'em Trigger finger, make like a green beret like he would get a submachine to spray with 'em I should go back to those sleeping aids Because I'm so stuck in my evil ways Then I'm fucked either way The people still seem to think that they want the old me 'til they get him Got 'em up in arms like monkey bars The fucking bomb, word to Puffy, I'm I'm blowing up like Kid Cudi's car In front of his house where all his buddies are Just another day at the office, but it seems like Marsh's fucking job is done Mission accomplished, he pulled off his stunt And pissed a billion people off at once (Yeah) But I gotta keep going Tyson on Kelly (What?) I bodied him twice and already That little motherfucker's back throwing subs (Like what?) like a food fight at the deli And that is why E got the attitude he got like Liza Minnelli My male ego Is the size of the belly on Jelly Roll And bitch, I got a bad one [White Gold:] I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one She just gotta put up with my shit, I'm going platinum You just gotta put up with my wrist, I'm going diamond I just put Fidel up on the link, I'm going gold now I love all of my records, but she said I got a bad one
| Week | Chart Date | Position | Points |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Jul 27, 2024 | 69 | 57 |