This was the sort of sheer, unintelligable kack being pounded out by Jackson and some other singers during his heyday. I mean,just what are we being handed here? We know he's bad in what sense exactly? That he's literally bad? Or that he's one of these supercool, arrogant tossers, so wrapped up in themselves that they'll come down on percieved lesser mortals like a ton of bricks if they so much as look at them in a funny way? Or that he's bad in an OK kind of way, as in he'll definately be no pushover,and woe betide you if you think he is? A little clarification would go a long way with such songs,but oh no. They just went on thumping out drivel like, You know I'm bad. Doesn't end even here,ofcourse,for they had to round it out with something even more crazy like,Who's bad?Guys,let me tell you that over the years I have had my senses assaulted by some really spaced out junk,but stuff like the above has always been right up there on my hate list.

The whole series of ever-so-scathing insults are hilarious to begin with but this part of the song is so out there. Michael needs to make up his mind whether the person's a vegetable or a buffet, then on top of this reconsider the notion that people 'eat off' both of these. Unless the plate/table/whatever is being eaten off is literally made out of vegetable or a whole buffet...and it's not the most practical solution to have an easily perishable table/plate, is it?

Yes we are! We have been waiting too long; we didn't even expect you anymore, Mike!