Аккорды к песне ​Eminem — Bad One

 
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[Intro: 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 
 
[Verse 1: Eminem] 
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 
 
[Chorus: 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 
 
[Verse 2: 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 
 
[Chorus: 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 
 
[Verse 3: 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 
 
[Chorus: 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