Bitch Bad - Lupe Fiasco

Yeah
I say b**ch bad woman good lady better
Hey hey hey hey
Now imagine there's a shawty maybe five maybe four
Ridin' 'round with his mama listening to the radio
And a song comes on and a not far off from being born
Doesn't know the difference between right and wrong
Now I ain't trying to make it too complex
But let's just say shawty has an undeveloped context
About the perception of women these days
His mama sings along and this what she says
"Niggas I'm a bad b**ch and I'm bad b**ch
Far above average"
And maybe other rhyming words like cabbage and savage
And baby carriage and other things that match it
Couple of things that are happenin' here
First he's relatin' the word "b**ch" with his mama comma
And because she's relatin' to herself
His most important source of help And mental health
He may skew respect for dishonor
B**ch bad woman good
Lady better they misunderstood
(I'm killin' these b**ches)
Uh tell 'em
B**ch bad woman good
Lady better they misunderstood
They misunderstood
(I'm killin' these b**ches)
Yeah now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have parental clearance
They understand the internet better than their parents
Now being the interent the content's probably uncensored
They're young so they're maleable and probably unmentored
A complicated combination maybe with no relevance
Until that intelligence meets their favorite singer's preference
"Bad b**ches bad b**ches bad b**ches
That's all I want and all I like in life is bad b**ches bad b**ches"
Now let's say that they less concerned with him
And more with the video girl acquiescent to his whims
Ah the plot thickens
High heels long hair fat booty slim
Reality check I'm not trippin'
They don't see a paid actress just what makes a bad b**ch
B**ch bad woman good
Lady better they misunderstood
I say I say I say
B**ch bad woman good
Lady better they misunderstood
(I'm killin' these b**ches)
Disclaimer: This rhymer Lupe's not usin' b**ch as a lesson
But as a psychological weapon
To set in your mind and really mess with your conceptions
Discretions reflections it's clever misdirection
Cause while I was rappin' they was growin' up fast
Nobody stepped in to ever slow 'em up gasp
Sure enough in this little world
The little boy meets one of those little girls
And he thinks she a bad b**ch and she thinks she a bad b**ch
He thinks disrespectfully she thinks of that sexually
She got the wrong idea he don't wanna f**k her
He thinks she's bad at being a b**ch like his mother
Momma never dress like that come out the house hot mess like that
A** titties dress like that
All out to impress like that
Just like that you see the fruit of the confusion
He caught in a reality she caught in an illusion
Bad mean good to her she really nice and smart
But bad mean bad to him b**ch don't play your part
But b**ch still bad to her if you say it the wrong way
But she think she a b**ch what a double entendre
B**ch bad woman good
Lady better they misunderstood
I say I say I say I say I say
B**ch bad woman good
Lady better they misunderstood
(I'm killin' these b**ches)
B**ch bad woman good
Lady better they misunderstood
You're misunderstood
(I'm killin' these b**ches)
B**ch bad woman good
Lady better greatest motherhood
(I'm killin' these b**ches)