Mal: They say I'm trouble They say I'm bad They say I'm evil And that makes me glad Jay: A dirty no-good Down to the bone Your worst nightmare Can't take me home Evie: So I've got some mischief In my blood Can you blame me? I never got no love Carlos: They think I'm callous A low-life hood I feel so useless Misunderstood Mal and Evie: Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the baddest of them all? Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world I'm rotten to the core, core Rotten to the core I'm rotten to the core, core Who could ask for more? I'm nothing like the kid next—like the kid next door I'm rotten to the (core), I'm rotten to the (core) I'm rotten to the core.