EP: "Hell: The Sequel" (2011)

Welcome 2 Hell lyrics - Bad Meets Evil

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

[Eminem:]
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?

[Royce:]
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...

[Eminem:]
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...

[Royce:]
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

[Eminem:]
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!

[Royce/Eminem:]
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

[Eminem/Royce:]
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

[Royce/Eminem:]
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!

[Eminem:]
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

[Hook:]
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

[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

[Eminem:]
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)

[Eminem:]
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'

[Hook:]
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

[Eminem:]
Ayo, this next song, is a true story (Come here, bitch!)

[Intro:]
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

[Hook]

[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"

[Hook]

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