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EP: "Hell: The Sequel" (2011)

Welcome 2 Hell lyrics - Bad Meets Evil

Yeah (yeah), told you we'd be back (told you we'd be back), welcome to hell (welcome to hell)...

There's a switch I flip emotions cut off, so cold I done froze my butt off
And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet, it's like squirtin' a squirt gun in the ocean - fuck off!
Other words, I ain't put a dent in the game compared to the damage I have yet to do
As long as you still have feelings to hurt, I'll be around as long as you let me get to you
As long as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb you just a false alarm
Get scant little piss ants and see if I don't come along and stomp your farm
Thunder and lightening, rain hail sleet with a tornado's the kind of brain storm I get
So when wind starts blowin', shit talk about goin' in? Goin insane's more like it
Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it, like a disastrous blizzard
So you better listen quick fast or miss it, yeah go ahead little prick bastard dis it
But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow don't ask how much of his passion is it
That goes in, it just know that all he know is, that it's better to kick ass than kiss it
Dick Dastardly of audacity, mental capacity unmatched it has to be
Stopped but it can't be, but man I can't just keep doin' 'em like that or no one 'll rap with me
Except one, you ask who is it?

Guess who just came through the blast you bitches?
With the ratchet the book of Mathew, a book of matches lightin' 'em under white linen
You about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic ask you to spit it
And you got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands, I'm sure they gonna laugh when you going to the bathroom with it
Now with what, would you come against us better be
Somethin' with a big foot pedigree
Easily these are the reasons that we need to be in ya'll prayers
Each region breeds the MC's that wanna be them what means that they wanna breathe our air
With these ideas
Anybody thinking the game don't need, the Bad and the Evil regime, that's like saying that the Bad Boy Piston team didn't need Isaiah...

Shit piss and bleed this it's a different breed of MC's I swear
Better beware there's too much at stake and to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
You can kiss my ass and shit stains out my underwear that I don't even wear...

It's gotta' be no fair, it's like hitting the lottery, oh yeah
Who you know hotta' there gotta' be no pair
Shotty that I got 'ol lobotomy your hair
Classic smash it smother it, read it and weep then perhabs you will have no rebuttal in
Fact you seein' me in this rappin' is like sayin' Tlla Tequila can sing like Jazmine Sullivan

Back to bash your skull again
Push a bitch out the Aspen and tell her "get the fuck outta dodge" (Dodge Aspen)
Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors you has beens are duller than
Color books that ain't colored in, second and third fourth wind got another wind
Here they come again, none other than Bad and Evil also known as Saddam and Osama Bin
It's been a long time but I bet that neither one of us have felt sicker than we do right known
And we only get iller with time me, and Nickel fuckin' shit up on a dime, so telliin' us to pipe down's
Like talkin' to a meth head, Bruce Willis on his death bed last breath with an infection
Fightin' it while he's watchin' internet porn 'bout to meet his death with an errection
My God, what I mean is David Carradine jackin' his penis in front of his tripod
Chokin' his own neck, what part you don't get? I'm sayin' I die hard!

When you listening to my bars, nothing but the f-ir-
E, coming out your iPod, we come up in the place chicks heads start spinnin' like motherfuckin' white walls

Gotch your mother suckin' my balls, while we fuck each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs
And I never I'm sor-ry

The 5'9 and the fire Marshall, we spit with an intensity to shut shit down
In the industry two different entities with a propensity to put these n-u-t's up inside of your fuckin' mouth... Aw shit. Stop it. Yo, Welcome to the CD.

Fast Lane lyrics - Bad Meets Evil

[Royce Da 5'9":]
First verse, uh
I'm armed 'til I'm on a island
My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness
I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse
You've been warned if you've been born or if you conform
Slap up a cop and then snatch him out of his uniform
Leave him with' his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all fags know
Claimin' you bangin', you flamin'
Bet you could light your own cigarette with ya asshole
Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow
I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke
Though I ain't wrapped tight
My blood type's the '80s!
My '90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys
You still fly kites daily!

Catch me in my Mercedes
Bumpin' "Ice, Ice Baby, " screamin' Shady 'til I die
Like a half a pair of dice, life's crazy
So I live it to the fullest 'til I'm Swayze
And you only live it once, so I'm thinkin' 'bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no, stop me now before I get on a roll (Danish)
Let me tell you what this pretty little dame's name is, 'cause she's kinda famous
And I hope that I don't sound too heinous when I say this
Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my penis in your anus!
You morons think that I'm a genius
Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum, came to drive them trailer parks
Crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby
And that's back with' a capital B with' an exclamation mark, maybe
You should listen when I flip the linguistics
'Cause I'm gonna rip this mystical slick shit
You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit
'Cause after I spit the bullets, I'm a treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'm a kick the ballistics! So get this dick, I'm a live this

Livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now

I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

[Royce Da 5'9":]
My whole goal as a poet's to be relaxed in orbit
At war with' a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you take me
You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpse of Jack Kevorkian"
Go 'back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in
I'm livin' the life of the infinite enemy down
My tenement, too many now, to send my serenity powers
Spin 'em around, enterin' in the vicinity

Now, was called M&M, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
Chewed him up (Pt!) and spitted him out
Girl, giddy-up, now get, get down
He's lookin' around this club and it looks like people are havin' a shit fit now
Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who's back in t-t-town
Did I s-st-stutter, motherfucker? Fuck the mall, he shuts
The whole motherfuckin' Walmart d-d-down every time he comes a-r-r-round
And he came to the club tonight with' 5'9″ to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you keep lickin' them dick suckin' lips, I'm agitated, aggravated
To the point you don't suck my dick, then you're gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don't fuckin' give me head, then I'm have to take it

[Royce Da 5'9":]
And then after takin' that, I'm a catch a case, it's gon' be fascinatin'
It's gon' say "The whole rap game passed away" on top of the affadavit
Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator
To Michael Jackson' activator (Woo!)
Meanin' I'm on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data
Runnin' over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer
Homie, they sick, you can normally ask a hater
Don't it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper
Drop in the lap of a tax evader (Homie, they spent)

Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes
What, girl, I'm the crack-a-lator
Percolator to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
Tell your boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you say your livin'

Livin' life in the fast lane
Movin' at the speed of life and I can't slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I'm almost at the finish line, so I can't stop now

I don't really know where I'm headed, just enjoyin' the ride
Just gon' roll 'til I drop and ride 'til I die
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I'm livin' life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

The Reunion lyrics - Bad Meets Evil

Ayo, this next song, is a true story (Come here, bitch!)

Cause some things in this universe
Don't make sense but somehow (Always seem to fuckin' work)

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Flying down I-75 'bout to hop on 696
I look over this fucking chick's tryna fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you ain't a plastic surgeon
I advise ya to put up your visor, I'm getting kinda ticked
You're blocking my side mirror, she's like yeah, so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho
I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up
In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what taxi?
Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that what you actually ask me?
Bitch reaches over and smacks me
And says I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the fucking back
Put on your slut powder, you slut, what? Shut the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt, worse than my last chick when
I accidentally butt dialed her and she heard me spreading AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, tryna hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I snap back in that accent cause she kept asking me
To quit callin' her cunt, I said that I cunt! she said, Marshall

[Hook: Eminem]
You ain't really like that, oh-oh-oh
You're putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart
She said you're breaking my heart

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there looking at my phone, on Twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little skeeser
She asked me am I the realest G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, yeah, I'm really is cause I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did that little kid on Killing Season
She said I'm feeling your big ego, wait, am I talking wrong?
I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song
She said I'm mad at you, I said why?
She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?
I said I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to who makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, umm, you just used the word swagger, so no, she said


[Verse 3: Eminem]
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'til I'm fucking hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryna shag scuz
Better find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at, ah, don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryna hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like 'em, them accents, I rap tight
And I'm a torture 'til we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, just past Van Dyke
Better hit that map light, read them directions, oh yeah
You can't read and you can't write, told me that last night
She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half like
Relapse sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like
Blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitched to the back, we jackknifed
Bitch flew out of the car, I laughed like, she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act like that in person
(Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!)

[Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"]
Tell him I'll be there in a minute
I'm tryna break up this cat fight between my mistress and damn wife
Then a chick wanted a hug, she was phat
So I gave her dat then I tell her to scat, I'm not mean, I'm cute
On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front lookin' like Venus and Serena's hooves
I'm just sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
My mind drifted, back to this shit
I seen my wife, push her down, step over her body and smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, watch this shit"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
And Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"


Above The Law lyrics - Bad Meets Evil (feat. Claret Jai)

[Intro: Claret Jai]
The poor stays poor the rich get richer it's just so disproportionate.
Get outta here!

[Hook: Claret Jai]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate
You don't know just what I go through, that's why I would rather show you
Just how far that I can take it, every rule I'm breaking it

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Tearible but not rippable, invincible, I hung invisible
Fuckin' mistletoe, over the world and stuck my ass up under it
Now pucker up them lips and kiss it hoes, here we go
Bad and Evil, so you know how this'll go
The competition's miserable, we stomp them bitches, this is no, joke
Goin' overboard, like someone threw us off the boat, choke
Cough from all the smoke I'm tryna stay on fire
So you know if I hate fuckin' water-sprinklers I don't love the hose
Someone let the cat out the bag, now it's time to stuff his face
Back in that bitch, smother that little mothafucka 'til it suffocates
Who? You! Had long enough of a wait
Why are they tryin' to be so secretive bad and evil is reunited hey!
Came back to annihilate the game's in dire straights,
As I await, word of Satan as I drop,
Fall to my knees before this Ouija board,
And I pray, now I lay me down to sleep
I do this shit in my sleep, I'm sleepin' now imagine if I awake
I'm champ bitch, I'll never taste the canvas
Could never be no damn wuss or pussy, never mooshy, so you can't squoosh
No way near toosh in fact if I jump out a bush
These sneak attack's the only way I say I ambush
Outlandish these words are weapons that I brandish
Standoffish the hoes, keep your hands off this
Can't top it, so what the fuck would I sugarcoat it for?
Law, fuck protocol, I'd holla at this ho, but now my throat is sore

[Hook: Claret Jai]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate
You don't know just what I go through, that's why I would rather show you
Just how far that I can take it, every rule I'm breaking it

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
Baby I'm lawless, you couldn't burn me if you threw acid on me
I'm at your homey, I'm at your home ready to spray you
While you nappin' homie Have everything on and around your mattress
Lookin' like the word in front of a matrimony, you high? Thug yeah
Go 'head jump, no matter how high you get
You gon' come up short like Spud Webb
My DUI's get waved like sayin' bye
Still ridin' with no L's like James Todd, can't change I
I thank God for my safe thinking
Last time I was safe thinkin me and my niggas was doin' a bank job
I stay violent, y'all go the peace route
You got a mouth like Kanye, I'll knock your whole bottom row of teeth out
No disrespect to Mr. West, shit I'm just nice with mine
And this just rap, I'm just like Ricky Hatton, I just like da line
These weak rappers wanna set us up, they never tough
They ask me for a hook, I tell 'em left or right, head or gut?
What y'all messin' with is a nigga that'll leave fubar
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Y'all are rock stars, I'm the opposite
I could just throw a rock and hit a star for the fuck of it
Partner you not hard up-outta ya high bars
Beef has left you prayin' right? Like Allah hu Akbar!
Let's go, when I leave y'all shot, you ain't gon' be on your metro
In a bad area that call drop

[Hook: Claret Jai]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, that's why I don't give a shit
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, it's just so disproportionate
You don't know just what I go through, that's why I would rather show you
Just how far that I can take it, every rule I'm breaking it

I'm On Everything lyrics - Bad Meets Evil (feat. Mike Epps)

All these little young kids ain't got no direction
Shit, these little kids is on everything
Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha

I'm on everything [x5]

Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha

I'm on everything [x5]

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed
Sober don't interest me
I'm on everything
Bout to sip the liquor like it's caine
That's how high I am

I take painkillers to ease the pain
Though I ain't in pain
No, we, ain't the same, we drunk
I'm on everything

Sick when I kick it, gout
Me sobering up, ha, alf
Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'rooms
I done woke up with a fucking tiger in my bathroom
I am fucking high - blahbl - high -blahbl high -blahbl high
Menace to society I feel sorry for your mother
Me and Vicious on 'shrooms
Call us the Mario brothers
Back down, we never back down
Never laid out
Can't put my back down

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on everything [x5]

Painkillers, I call 'em cane pillars
'Cause to hold me up when I take 'em
I need a cane and pillars
I'm on everything

Sick when I kick it, barf
Me sobering up, fart
I crush ya brain like a pill crusher, let's crush a pill yeah
Fuck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 up

Grab the key up off the counter till the camper left the crib
Man, whoda knew that 3 in the morning I'd still be up
Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree up
On my way to the dealer's, tryna re-up
Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R-E, yep
It's wrong, other words I just fucked my RV up
Bitch, it's on again yeah, break that Klonopin in half
While I smoke some chronic in the cab with Donovan McNabb
And I dye my hair back blonde again and laugh
I'm the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, I'm demonic with the Kraft
There's a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
Flows dreaded like some fucking tangled hair rasta...
... farian, Jamaican, relax, man
I'll send a fucking axe at you if you insist on a fucking accent
Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, check ya girl
'Cause after we prop you up, we propping her up
So, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups
Your boyfriend better find another fucking hornets nest to stir up
We rap like we're on

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on everything [x5]

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on everything [x5]

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, speed, hene-huh huh
It's Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly
I told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked me
Kid you not, I'm lit up as fuck, tablecloth tucked in my pants
Then I'm hearing dishes drop, as I walk away from my dinner with schmucks

Then I aimed to the front of the K-Mart shopping center
With' a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks
And a bunch of change and a wife beater with a mustard stain
I'll crush your brain like I'm crushing pills
What the fuck's the motherfucking deal?
This shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do a motherfucking cartwheel up a hill

[Royce Da 5'9":]
How many bars, how many tabs?
A-c-I-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffing NYES

F-u-c-ked up, and it's obvious

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Smoking Henny in my chest

I'm B-A-N-A-N-A-S

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm a C-O-C-O-N-U-T

Put this CD in and then you'll see
The sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger

[Royce Da 5'9":]
You are gonna wind up six feet deep
Under that shits creek so I hope that you want preservers

You could put a turd on the plate
Silverware on the tablecloth to serve us
You don't bring shit to the table
I mean your grill like a Seville when a mark gets murdered
You pushing the envelope, and I'm shovin' that whole post office further
Right off the surface, to the serpents in the darkest and the farthest corner

[Royce Da 5'9":]
How many bars, how many bars
Maui, wowee, sour diesel, how many jars,
To all my people I'll be the Mars, mommy come on
She can actually wrap my nutsack 'round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall
And she can just puke from sipping this piss from my 24-inch catheter cord

I'm the type that'll take a bath with' a whore
Drown her, bang her head on the passenger door
When I'm stashin' 'er in the back, smackin' her forehead on the dash
And it's accidentally blowin', a Benz jeep horn

[Royce Da 5'9":]
My friends be knowin' that when I'm on a binge, I'm stingy
Even when I'm ten deep in a room with the MG and and with' Lindsay Lohan and she on...

A Kiss lyrics - Bad Meets Evil

I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss [x4]

[Verse 1:]
[Royce da 5'9":]
Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan
Gucci's my absolute state of mind, like Waka's man
Chopper's brand, getting head in the car park, new Gallardo
This bitch sucking my dick today, call it yesterday's news tomorrow
Stretch a nigga out, I'm the new Tae-bo,
'Bout to cross over, I'm the new IOVA
'Bout to saves a couple of these bitches, that's right, I'm the new Bible
You? You 5.0, me? I'm all grounded to punishments, but I'm too fly though
Y'all niggas be whinin', I should call you Moscato
Look down at the floorboard
Looks like someone left a pair of stiletto shoes in my Tahoe
Never know just what type of a ho inside of my ride I may let
Last night went to 5AM, and she ain't even recover from last Friday yet
Hos all over the ride like it's an ice cream truck, I can see why they fret
I already ran over two hos and I ain't get out the fucking drive way yet
Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for?
Get in girl, don't front shorty you're,
Fightin' an unwinnable war
It's useless like tits on a boar or little tits on a whore
Got 'em acting like spoiled brats; kickin' and screamin' like little kids
Throwing fits on the floor
Get in the whip but you ain't turning, this frog into a prince
Why you tryna keep convincing me for?

I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss (No you don't)
I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss (Not from me)
I wanna kiss, kiss, kiss (Not on the lips are you crazy? Maybe the cheek but that's all you gon' get from me)

[Verse 2:]
Now you in my whip just long as you understand that I can't be whipped
You say companionship, I say abandon ship, I'm a gigolo so you know
I'm always on the go, I ain't got no time to slow down for no relationshiT
Drop the "P" and add a "T", yeah, you can get mad at me all you want
But I'm ghost before you can even say boo, hun, let alone call me one!
A one-night stand is all he wants, with a female fan, yeah, one like Stan
And he's so about a one-night stand his bedroom has two lamps and only one nightstand
Get the hint? Ooh yeah boo, ew! I ain't finna argue
But why do you think they call it boo?
Yeah, cause the sound of it s'posed to scare you!
[Royce da 5'9":]
Oh ho, we can share you, in the back of the McLaren
I don't give a fuck what your name is, we gon' call you "Hot" and "Bi"
Hope you bi, in the mean time your name is Sharon
Slow the flow down so I can what?
Tell you same face I make when I'm shooting the guns the same face that I make when I fuck!
Feel the back of my hand on your neck pressing your face against the sheets it's insane
You vin change, cause I'm outta this world girl I got that Milky Way dick vein
I'm at an all-time high with highness, I'm at an all-time fly with flyness
And this is exactly what they say when they bow to your highness


[Verse 3:]
[Royce da 5'9":]
Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that I shot a fan
(Push your cheek out the car while it's moving like Waka's man)
Her bottom's dark, but her top is tan, her private parts
Got her on the pole like the opposite of her papa's plans
(Come on stripper, let's hit the strip 180 throw in reverse and drop the trance!
I'm in a trance, now look at this bitch dance)
Looking at this tramp, like what you wearing girl, quit playing
(Yeah bitch in them scratch and sniff pants, well let me scratch 'em)
Let me sniff, yeah
What? Did I say that?
I'm on lean like Styrofoam cups and kickstands
Middle finger stuck on fuck, sniff pants
But girl you got a butt like no if and's, so yeah what the hell, maybe,
Aw hell, Shady, he'll tell it like it is
So tell Katy Perry he's on her tail, he's tailgating,
These bells are my mating call and I'm here, bell's waiting, and tell Lady
Gaga, she can quit her job at the post office, she's still a male lady (OH!)
Wouldn't fuck her with her dick you heard it, the verdict's in, he's allergic to divas
He'd take meat cleavers to 'em him don't give a damn how bieber do him?
What a demon, a behemoth evil just seems to be seething through him
[Royce da 5'9":]
I like the little strip tease you doing, this evening you and me gon' find
Three more chickadees and have a menage like Nicki
You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas without shit under it, sweating
Suck my dick, we both gets to stepping to my logic
My God trick, my dick is as hard and thick as a yardstick
What are we gonna do? Ride around 'til we're carsick?
I'm gonna put this shit in park like dog shit!
And you can blow me in the dark of the parking lot
Of the trailer park by the garbage
What you waiting on? Me to roll out the carpet?
The condoms are in the glove compartment, let's start it!
Think I'm joking? What, am I sitting here
Tryna make fake farts with my armpits?
Tryna get you to spit pop through your nose?
Am I here to amuse you? Stop it
[Royce da 5'9":]
I'm in your pocket outside of a church
The other hand reaching for the bottom of your purse
You giving me head in a boxing stance
My dick's so big you could drop it in dirt
I'm not your man, we're sparring partners
There's five things you are in charge of, that's:
Sucking a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a dick
Sucking a dick, sucking a dick
If you ain't sucking a dick, why you sitting there
With puckered lips? That's collagen, motherfucking bitch
What you mean how'd you, get suckered into this?
You gon' jump into my truck and then try to get truculent?
(You should be suffering, you should be cooking
You should be buckling your seatbelt with oven mitts)
Excuse me while I'm making an ass of myself
But it's only cause I just wanna get


[Royce da 5'9":]
Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan!

Lighters lyrics - Bad Meets Evil (feat. Bruno Mars)

[Bruno Mars:]
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
with my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck, or get struck, like lightning,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em' skyward uh
Had a dream, I was king, I woke up, still king
This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills me
I swear to God I'll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up
Only thing I ever gave up using's no more excuses
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Popping shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-o-shit
Who you dicks tryna kid, flipped dick, you did opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn't that, long ago when Marshall sat, flustered lack, lustered
Cause he couldn't cut mustard, muster up, nothing
Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzzin'
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn't cause he had buzzards circlin' around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, scuzzes, fuck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
That this ain't some bullshit
People don't usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known that from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic's raise cause I came with 5'9" but I feel like I'm 6'8″!

[Bruno Mars:]
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

[Royce Da 5'9":]
By the time you hear this I'll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin' to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did, Dr. Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I write till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up
Now his career's Lebron's jersey in 20 years
I'll stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It's 'bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up, must come down
You going down on something you don't wanna see, like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I'm just the cats meooww, ow
Classic cow, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya'll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I'm in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I'm fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y'all niggas just gossipin' like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y'all bugging out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I'm the second best, I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag...

[Bruno Mars:]
You and I know what it's like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight, we're alright
So hold up your lights
Let it shine
Cause, this one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all right where we should be
With my arms out wide, I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

Take From Me lyrics - Bad Meets Evil (feat. Claret Jai)

You're going to be okay, kid. You're going to be okay

[Hook: Claret Jai]
Is everything not enough?
What more can I give up?
Is there anyone that I can trust?
I give you my all and you still take from me

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Always been the type of dude that'll feed my clique
I know that without the fans, I ain't shit
But y'all better read my lips; I don't spit raps this I'll
For you to just hack and steal and leak my shit, so peep my drift
I hope y'all don't think y'all helping me out with that shit
That shit's stressin' me out
Nickel nine is blowin' up
Christmas time, you should hang my album on top of your fireplace
Cause around that time, my stocking is goin' up
Feels like a victory, bittersweet
Cause the bigger I get, the bigger the wedge
Between the relationship of me and my bigger bro
Hear what I said?
Feels like the shit was wished on me
Everything I do for the nigga, and the nigga know
I would do anything for him,
But the nigga refuse to quit just straight shittin' on me
Keepin' your distance? Probably best
If you don't wanna fuck with me
But you know me probably best, fuck pity
You want that? You know it's Laila Ali's chest: Tough titty!
The problems, you got a problem, you think that I'm already set
So I'm a look down on you? Just be proud of me, you already got my respect
I ain't tryina say something I regret, so I'm a just stop, chasing the pain
Let you deal with the fact we don't get along
Cause I got a big face in the game
Sometimes I feel like "fuck my life, " I fuck with a few niggas
That I know that If my chick was a shady ho,
Niggas wouldn't think twice 'fore they fuck my wife
Guess that's the difference in friends and associates,
I done been broke, I done been through the motions
I don't pay no attention to birds,
I use my scope and I tend to the vultures
No one ever blows up your phone just to talk,
I don't make money just to loan it to y'all
Tell a nigga that the new album is like
Dialing and then talking to a hole in the wall
Please look at these expenses, these niggas expensive
If I gotta lend you money every time I see you
Just to be your friend, bitch, I don't really need your friendship.


[Bridge: Claret Jai]
I give, and I give
And you take, and you take
And you just walk away without nothing to say, you just take from me
You just take from me

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame
Trouble as the pain grows double; give a fuck what you say
When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away
To people who don't even appreciate flows, mothafucka, I'm livid today
Cause I break my back to give you my art, you steal my thoughts
It's like driving a spike through my heart
You might not think it's that big of a deal to steal from me
But music is all I got
Aside from my daughters, not to sound like a martyr
But it's getting harder than I thought
To not just go crazy, trapped in this house, I'm about to just snap
Am I not deserving of what I got, did I not work for it?
Put it all in every record that I record
Well then please tell me why on this Earth
Lord does it keep happening, I keep rapping
But I wonder sometimes is it worth all the bullshit
Cause it feels like a down, there ain't no gettin up from
But I won't let it get me down, I won't succumb
I'm anything but glum, so fuck 'em!
They'll appreciate me when I'm gone; they'll say it was I'll, right?
The way I kill mics? But the way I feel right now
It just feels like I'm so done with this shit I might as well wipe
I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute
Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you
Ladies and gentlemen, Slaughterhouse I give you!


Loud Noises lyrics - Bad Meets Evil (feat. Slaughterhouse)

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Life handed me lemons
I jumped back into the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
(Chick-chick-chick-chick-ah!) Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I fell off that pot
Hopped right back up on that crapper and I
Said "fuck It" with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die
You're right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my,
Shit better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that battle
What kind of rapper would I be-'fore I let another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go alalalala!
Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
That's why I ain't thinking about you, I don't got time and I told you a thousand times
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back
And at the same time put juice in mine?
Goddamn it! Slaughterhouse is signed!


[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I'm a - menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin
Then I'm filling the clip with a written
Can you picture my pistol drilling?
A million women and children when I'm illing
But it isn't real, it's a rap
On the realest of rap
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
When I'm atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I'm in this game to demolish it, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping shit 'til you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac
Of this hip hop genre, bitch!


[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9'']
Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid
Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great date and we ate cake
And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost
Cause she couldn't handle my shake weight, I sweared
Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming
Standing beside a big old (big old) white bear!
Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie
Where the white boy ain't got to jump, nowhere cause I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire yeah! and I'm every bitch's dream
One, two, I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) Nightmare!
Nigga this is slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up!
After that I'll slap your ass again and tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up!
And that's how you body a fucking beat!


[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow, nah!
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the button on top watch the drug drop
O O dot dot O, Yaowa
When I drop I go outer space
Blackout like Darth Vader's face
Placed in a molten shower
Say something and get them proper
Mama poppa pouring out vodka
Mama Mia, Em pass me the scissors there's visitors in the Slaughterhouse casa
Better jet boy go home, better jet boy G4 chrome,
Better jet boy Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes, I'm not just any old homeboy!
Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
I be spitting bad, I'm a get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck sufferin' succotash when the trigger blast
I'm a put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
Bad bitch and a vicious track I relididax
Sly Pro Tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like where Crooked livin' at
New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland
Hold on brotherman, on the other hand get down
I'm gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna beef
I don't want a piece, I want it all baby boy
I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast stuff my cheeks with raw pieces of shit
You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?


[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
Uh, Insane what they call us
How you married to the game but you prolly shouldn't have came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using a hammer to forge you
Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my sentiment's imminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that's women at war
Men will assault you, Tommy's and bats that resemble Lasorda
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
Of administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something's wrong with me
Blame it on the quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they'll think shit came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your faggot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be Ru Paul
Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all
Second to none and I'm dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me
Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to gillete me
Coming to a sword fight against a machete
Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy some said he deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be


Living Proof lyrics - Bad Meets Evil

Don't stop
Don't stop

[Royce Da 5' 9":]
Yeah, Bad and Evil is (BACK),
We 'bout to get into a tail of gunner that details the dungeon
Just as the pale moon illuminates the hail and thundering
'O1's the year I fell from blundering
Shady lifted his wing than I fell from under it
Now I'm free falling, my career is gone into re-calling
Regardless of who's fault I was speed balling
God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth
Then Marshall double backed and got me from on top of a Hearse
I'm alive nigga
Justin T, ain't got nothing on me, cause I done cried Mary J. Blige rivers
I realized that God's with us
As soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my Todd Bridges
The writings on the wall
Since nigga's seen me at the baseball game with Shady and Jay-Z, suddenly everybody calls
Like I'm just checking on you, dog
While I throw up this message on the stall

When them bottles stop popping and them dollars start stopping, do what you did to get it and don't stop
(Don't stop) I made a promise to my momma, I'm a out-live her, how can I be a quitter when haters don't stop
(Don't stop) I'm living proof, nigga- it's pretty safe to say
God giveth and God taketh away
It's the worldwide American way
I'm living proof, nigga...

Your body language is saying your confidence is gone
Well pick ya-ass up lil' homie, come on
You just gon' sit there and take it, or make 'em suck it, tell 'em where to shove it
Straight up you gon' make love to the world or you gonna fuck it?
The last time that life kicked me in the ass, I pulled down it's pants and put a foot up it's ass
Man, what a catas
Trophy it'd be for me to be a bitch-ass pussy
And not open a can of whoop-ass let you piss-ants whoop me
Would be the day I say I ate poop
Shit the day that I don't straight shoot, I'll drop out of my anti-women hate group
Say I'm a sissy faggot, record it play it back and put it on straight loop
You haters look like you ate a grapefruit
To see me climbing back on that wagon, got my swagga back, I was dragging
Hopped back on it, grab the reigns on that bastard
And came back on 'em without remorse man, man of course
I'm a one trick pony, cause I'll be screaming on these whores till I'm hoarse


[Royce Da 5' 9":]
Nah I ain't fading yet, I'd rather stay and rap
I mighta made a debt, but I find excitement in wondering what I'm a write next, so I don't stay in debt
Me broke, you might as well cut the embryo out my momma
And play catch with the baby with AK's with baby bayonets
I'm a get rich or I'm a die trying
That's why it's either kill or be killed, so call me suicide-homocide Ryan

There's a bomb inside my head, I'm a live wire I am
On the edge teetering on it like a totter, I might get on a nut like a tire iron
I have no desire stopping so why would I drop and roll, that's how much on fire I am
Rappers are fun and I'm the time, cause I'm just flying by 'em
And I'm laughing at 'em the entire time why am I up?
Cause tribulations I have triumphed bitch, I'm fired up
So one time for me to just let your fucking lighter light the sky up


Echo lyrics - Bad Meets Evil

Oh, all around the World,
There's an echo
As he takes a bow
And they all know all the girls, the boys
They chase the noise
Through the highs and through the lows
They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo

I can hear them calling, calling, calling, calling, calling

I eat rappers with the rhyme, consume 'em
The only fucking thing that you consume is time
I'm super human, my world is like a Rubik's cube
It's too complex girl, you assuming, cupids looming
My mentality's caveman stupid woman
My life is Truman show, all I have is music hoe
I stopped chasing every chick under the sun many moons ago
So pretend my dick is a balloon and blow
Cause you better put a fork in it if you think I'm a lay here just spooning yo
Oh you think you the shit 'cause I just said you was beautiful
Diabolical, till the last molecule, down to my last hair follicle and cuticle
Rotten to the core, to the bunghole all the way down to my soul, from my head to my toe...
Ever since I was thirteen I learned how to sew, so shut my own booty hole
Cause I ain't took no shit since I looked down to my nuts and saw my first pubic grow
I told these stupid hoes when I come back I'm a set this bitch on fire
And this time I don't mean I'm a pour gasoline on some chick and light her
Cause this time when I fuck this world I'm put my whole God-damn dick inside her
I ain't even put my tip in that hoe yet
I'm go get Nickel and try to rip it wider

Oh, all around the World,
There's an echo
As he takes a bow
And they all know all the girls, the boys
They chase the noise
Through the highs and through the lows
They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo

Classical poems
Battle my own demons
I need a glass of Patron
Bad as I need a horn
Stabbing my clavicle bone
I'm matador prone
First time I seen a desert eagle
I was letting the 44 buss
The 44 pop
First time you seen one, you was eating coco puffs
Looking at Robocop
I'm not a man, I'm a logo, I'm sustain
In order to clean my veins you need saline
I'm never referring to the solution
I'm talking about more like the mustang vroom
Get respect from the get-go, hello
Set to the echo, psycho
Pen got a mind of it's own, gotta write my rhymes with a timer otherwise
I'll probably vibe out to a nine minute song
As the echo follows the Maserati
As the petrol swallows,
I'm a thousand bodies away from a skeleton
Check your bible inside it, it will say this guys an elephant
I'm fly like I'm, killing the scene like I'm a villain with wings
I'll sleep when I'm 6 feet deep,
Right now I'm living a dream
Though we may be reckless
The ladies check us
They whisper "Shady Records"
Baby echo

Oh, all around the World,
There's an echo
As he takes a bow
And they all know all the girls, the boys
They chase the noise
Through the highs and through the lows
They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo
They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo

Bad Meets Evil other songs:

All I Think About lyrics - Bad Meets Evil

[from "Southpaw" soundtrack]

From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this anger
Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

[Royce Da 5'9":]
The chopper got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you
I don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar
My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar
I don't belong to you and I don't care who you are
Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints
Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins
That's besides the point like a shootin' guard
Nigga, I'm a rockstar

With whoopin' cough
(I am) sick, George Clooney wit' a Uzi
What kind of a movie star
Would hop out a movin' car just to prove he’s hard?
"Fuck you doin', you retard?"
Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dog
You swear I knew where the Roofies are
The way I drug a bitch through the yard
Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred
Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar
So what you so blunt for?
Did you fuckin' fall off, chump? Or did you jump?
Or did you just become more
Been into a funk, I just become morbid
And more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbits
Pen at the table, I don’t know when I’ll be able to stop
Told you from the gate
One thought it generally takes and I’m off to the races
Wait, mentally stable, hold your fuckin' horses
There’s nothin' more disgustin' an animal
I just got done snortin' the fuckin' bathroom soap
And the tannin' lotion
To unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidote
There’s not a pill for bananas though
It’s unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though
Actin' like you’re Michelangelo with a fuckin' cordless
I think I'm Shredder, so you better better crawl back in your shell
Or run 'fore you get injured
A fuckin' Ninja Turtle wouldn’t come toward us
Two joint forces, of course this is what blunt force is
Cause we’d smoke you on any joint
Bad and evil's back, bitch
You might experience some shortness of breath
As you sit with your lungs punctured
Hear their motherfuckin' tears come pourin'
If I tell you once more, then you’re done for
You’re going to have to learn
How to fuckin' hear from a ruptured eardrum
Forrest, am I clear? You Gump, you’re as dumb as a stump
To think we'd come with a trump shortage
Bass in your face, bitch
Chuck Norris’ nunchucks morph into guns, swords
This is what blood sport is
The goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, shogun warriors

[Royce Da 5'9":]
God damn, the Slaughter boy general
Once I slaughter it, you couldn’t un-slaughter it
Once I order a hit, you couldn’t un-order it
Hit's an order, this the consortium

From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this anger
Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

If I don’t got no more drama, bitch, I’m a fish outta water bottle
After all these guys I slaughter
Applause is gettin' louder, how the fuck did this happen?
I never rapped for bitches, how's it my audience now is broader?
Devil without a cause, rebel without a pause
I am a kaze without the kami
You wouldn’t be a G if it cost me a thousand dollars
Infrared in my pencil lead
But always keep an extra one stocked though
In the back pocket and both of 'em locked
And they're loaded, like cocked twin Glocks that I’m holdin'
You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon
Fuckin' punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and rollin'
Cause Elvis ain’t left the buildin' yet, I’m still a villain
You feel a threat when I step in and kill a set in a millisec
With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black belt
And kung fu, protect your neck and

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Respect the gun rule
Read in the Art of War book 'bout Sun Tzu
You realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here long
Rapunzel (get over it)
Look, bitch, I got the bands in my pocket
And the drum roll poppin', that's...
That’s overkill, I keep the kill under me
I keep the chill one degree
I hit you with a hook that’ll make you see threes
You realize as soon as you beat me that you didn’t
Yeah, there’s still one of me, I'll meat slap you
That’s a recap view, that’s normal embarrassing
And you slap me, that’s knee-slap humor, that’s hardly hilarious
So we scrap over you lying like a feline cub in a forest
Cherishing a kill from a dominant male

And I’m born with Malaria
Form of Lou Gehrigs
To the torture and terror
Of corporate America
Poor little Erica
In the morning the sheriff's
And Law Enforcement
Will find one fourth of her buried
Under a barrier of the kitchen floorwith the stairs in an outdoor wooded area

From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this anger
Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Back then, hoes didn't want it
Now black Benz all hid in corners
My spectacular, vernacular
I spit like giving Ex-Lax to a Dracula
Let me translate, I’m tryna find me a bitch
And then I’m sucking on her neck while she naked
And then I’m shitting on her

And I’m getting boners from what I’m spitting
Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota
Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers
Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are flipping
A time bomb with a nervous ticking
Another murder victim, I flirted with them first
And burrr-stick ‘em, I burn up if I try to step up inside a Church Chicken
[scratching] wanna [scratching] making sure any who battle me crawl away
Assault and battery holiday, and just when you’re thinking that’ll be all I say
I’ll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogy
But I disappear as quick as Natalie Holloway
It’s my mentality all the way, I’m normally a suicide mission to try dissin'
But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the time
In the articles that you write which is why I never reply, cause he died shitting
So-a, shitting, I'm spitting my infinite supply of written bonafide
Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in your eyelid and fuck it
Switch subjects, moving on to the next one its, Ch- Chucky
Who wanna play with number one overall, Kid Cudi
A psycho buddy who might go nutty ‘cause he don’t like nobody
His knife's so bloody ‘cause he just sliced somebody
Pull out the Schick Hydro and

[Royce Da 5'9":]
In light of what he, just said, this for those who even kinda want it
Cause for this man, I would take a lighter
And light up all of my Lighter money
You can call it pyro money, "Hi Rihanna"
I mean wait, "Hi Tianna", wait, "Hi Tatiana", shit
I gotta problem I don’t like, it's called fuck a model-itis
Who pussy the tightest?
That’s amazing, sit your ass down
I don’t like the pussy too tight
Get the fuck outta here and have some babies
Vocabulary still ill, the 911 still will
It’s all yellow with the black stripe, kill bill
I’m so far ahead of the skills here
I’m getting ready for my past life
I’m the real deal

Like Holyfield, think you irreplaceable? Bite it (that’s overkill)
'Till I kill over like somebody stuffed roadkill and
Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the deal
I’m not about to sit and go through the whole spiel
Of how I’m, how I’m cold steel like a old cold snowmobile
And no feeling, it’s so jovial
But don’t be one of those who mistake me for a joke, it’s so for real
It’s what I told the phoney emcee before I broke his will
Double dribble his skull to see his soul
Told him when I snap like a photo
He’ll get exposed like a roll of film
Now here he goes again, oh
I’m so trill, I’mma get the hoes again
Like Buffalo Bill's, bitch you didn’t put lotion in
The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old widow
With throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk then
Smoke billows I lit up-- ah, fuck it

Nuttin' To Do lyrics - Bad Meets Evil

[Royce da 5'9":] What? Uhh...
[Eminem:] The Bad...
[Royce da 5'9":] Yeah...
[Eminem:] The Evil...
[Royce da 5'9":] Right, yo
[Eminem:] put em together

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9" & Eminem]

[Royce da 5'9":] Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip
[Eminem:] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin to chew
[Royce da 5'9":] Yo...
[Both:] I'm just fuckin with you, cause I got nothin to do

I am bored!
I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed orders
Ate hors d'oeuvres, and hit the waiter with plate warmers [crash sound]
Let you inhale the glock smell, while I'm rippin your wallet off
And slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that)
Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R in the face [punch sound]
Smash his glasses and turn em to contacts
I'm on some shook shit, if it's missin I took it (whoops!)
Nurse look at this straightjacket, it's crooked!
I go to jail and murder you from a cell
Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx)
So how do you describe someone, with a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive RUNNIN?

[Royce da 5'9":]
Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?) hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhymin about birds
Only about two-thirds'd really set it without words
Yo you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up
Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it's rainin slugs (what?)
I'm the hottest shit in the industry (uh)
I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defendin me
You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast
The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half
You know how a thug in this shit'll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?)
I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up
Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm up
Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title
You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and bible

[Chorus x2]

[Yawns] Forget a chorus - my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause (yay)
And by the time you all catch on, I'm a end your career
And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on!
I'll throw you off of ten floors... {AHHHHHHH}
Pull a fuckin headache outta my head, and put it in yours (take this)
I'm indoors, waitin for this acid to seep in my skin pores
To go outdoors and do some in-stores
This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen.
You swallow cum bitch? " "No, but I brought a napkin"
Gettin skullie while I'm autographin
Got my daughter laughin cause I sent her mother whitewater raftin
I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear
Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screamin,
"Wait, wait, wait... you ain't movin here! "
Lorena Bobbitt, c'mere, want a souveneir?
I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer
Juvenile? Same difference - I need some 'caine
Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up the seven slain infants
(Oh my God!) Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance
I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz'

[Royce da 5'9":]
Walkin in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood
Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug
To break braces, you say grace and make faces
I'll display hate and break you in eight places (what?)
Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff
Precise aim, ice in my veins, blowin your hand off
Dancin with the Devil leadin - I won't die, I'm never leavin (what?)
I pledge allegiance to forever breathin
Street niggaz with nuts, what? My meat's bigger (what?)
Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
With a deathwish, thinkin I'm the nigga to mess with
Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace
For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what?)
A follower never had heart, he just loyal
Thugs is glass doors, I see through em, put the heat to em
Be careful you might get what you ask for

[Chorus x2]

The Bad... the Evil...
The Bad... the Evil.