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Mr, B As In Bad.

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Gonna come at you 
like some long lost cousin or lover
Bring out the best
and the worst in you
one way or another.
Long before God gave Moses
his rod and his staff
About a million years ago and a half
He was bad
Mr. B As In Bad
he gonna work you
gonna do you
gonna woo you
run right through you
like you never been had,
'never been had.'

Not cuttin you no slack
B as in bad
watchin nobody's back
B as in bad
what chu gonna do
when the deck is stacked
got all the cards you lack.
Buddy Blues
got holes in them shoes.
Your two pair to his full house
you lose
Have you heard the news
He's bad.
Bang bang, bee beep to you
He's Mr. B  As  In  Bad

He gonna tell you to
 'row your own boat
In the dead of winter's chill'
walk out your door
with your best winter coat
stick you with the bill
You be screamin,
saying "man that just ain't  fair'
He say,'take it easy baby
Got a deal for you 
on your long gone underwear.'
Cuz, he's bad
b as in
b as in bad.
He gonna woo you
gonna do you
gonna screw you,
run right through you.
like you never been had
'never been had.'

You're just another sucker
on his hook
Too bad you haven't read
his full length play book
Fillet of fish
tastes pretty great
too late.
Very gracious of you 
to swallow his bait   

Cuz, he's bing bang bad
Mr, B as In Bad

He's  not a bird
don't peck at  crumbs
gonna take
what he can get from you
 before it comes
You learned from the best
passed all his tests
Now you're bad too
whatchu gonna do
when your bad self
comes stormin on through
Now that you're bad,
we're bad, she's bad
he's bad,
everybody B as in
B as in Bad.

Unkept, unclean
Like a grizzly bear in a cave
 rather be livin in mortal sin
than dyin as your slave,.
Not watchin your back
got all your goodies behind his back
full frontal attack.
his momma was whack... 
Has all the cards you lack..
Hats off,
three cheers
hot damn 
for the man with the knack..
Mr. Bang Bang
bee beep to you too.
Meet  Mr. B as in Bad...

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Re-edited 07/02/2023 @ 12:10 PM Pacific Time

Buddy Bee Anthony

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