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Song 7: Bad (Extended Street Groove Mix)

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[Intro - 1:15](Starts with heavy, aggressive synth stabs. 30 seconds of rhythmic finger snaps and a deep bassline. Michael shouts: "Hoo!", "Shamone!", "Your butt is mine!")[Verse 1]Your butt is mine, gonna tell you rightJust show your face in broad daylightI'm telling you on how I feelGonna keep the chatter realListen masters, I'm the oneYour king of doom, a son of a gun[Verse 2]If you think you're getting overI will take you to the cloverBecause I'm telling you on how I feelGonna keep the chatter realLook, the word is out, you're doing wrongGonna lock you up before too long[Chorus]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 nowJust to tell you once again, who's bad?[Verse 3]The word is out, you're doing wrongGonna lock you up before too longYour talk is cheap, you're not a manYou're throwin' stones to hide your handsBut I'm telling you on how I feelGonna keep the chatter real[Extended Dance Break - 2:00](The music shifts into a heavy percussion solo. Metal-on-metal sounds, syncopated drums, and funky bass riffs. Michael's rhythmic gasps: "Hee-hee!", "Ow!", "Hoo-hoo!")[Verse 4]They say the sky's the limitAnd to me that's really trueBut my friend, you have seen nothingJust wait 'til I get throughBecause I'm telling you on how I feelGonna keep the chatter real[Chorus - High Energy]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)And the whole world has to answer right nowJust to tell you once again, who's bad?[Bridge - Vocal Duel](Rhythmic shouting match)Who's bad? (You know it!)Who's bad? (Shamone!)Who's bad? (You know, you know!)Hee-hee! Ow![Outro - 1:15](The synth bass continues to pulse. Michael ad-libs "Who's bad?" and "Really, really bad" repeatedly. Fading out with the sound of a closing subway door and distant city echoes.)