...is the name of my game. I have spent countless hours pounding out bench presses, miletery presses, lat pull downs, barbell curls...all heavy as fuck. So now when some 150 lb weakling wants to have a road rage episode and step out of the car he realizes his mistake when I jump out onto the pavement and peel my shirt off. They always dive back in their car and panic as they fumble with the keys. Yes, I have a martial arts back ground. But what really makes them run for cover is when I "peel". What's up?
Your Butt Is Mine
Gonna Take You Right
Just Show Your Face
In Broad Daylight
I'm Telling You
On How I Feel
Gonna Hurt Your Mind
Don't Shoot To Kill
Come On, Come On,
Lay It On Me All Right...
I'm Giving You
On Count Of Three
To Show Your Stuff
Or Let It Be . . .
I'm Telling You
Just Watch Your Mouth
I Know Your Game
What You're About
Well They Say The Sky's
The Limit
And To Me That's Really True
But My Friend You Have
Seen Nothing
Just Wait 'Til I Get Through . . .
Because I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
Come On
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
You Know It
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
You Know I'm Bad, I'm Bad-
Come On, You Know
(Bad Bad-Really, Really Bad)
And The Whole World Has To
Answer Right Now
Just To Tell You Once Again,
Who's Bad . . .