I’m Bad LL COOL J

[Intro: Police & LL Cool J]
Calling all cars, calling all cars
Be on the lookout for a tall light-skinned brother with dimples
Wearing a black Kangol, sweatsuit, gold chain, and sneakers
Last seen on Farmers Boulevard heading east.
Alias "LL Cool J", he's bad
Ahh

[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
No rapper can rap quite like I can
I'll take a muscle-bound man and put his face in the sand
Not the last mafioso, I'm an emcee cop
Make you say "Go LL," and do the Wop
If you think you can out-rhyme me, yeah, boy, I bet
'Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet
Trendsetter, I'm better, my rhymes are good
I got a gold-made plate that says "I wish you would"
And when battles begin, then, I gotta join in, and
Before my rhyme is over, you know I'ma win
Cool J has arrived, so you better make way
Ask anybody in the crowd, they say the kid don't play
Slaughter competition, that's my hobby and job
I don't wear a disguise because I don't owe the mob
Got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped
So many girls on my jock, I think my phone is tapped, I'm bad