Lyrics to Bad Meets Evil

[Blake]

Welcome 2 Hell
(Eminem)
Yeah, told you we'd be back.
Welcome 2 Hell

VERSE ONE - 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 squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck off
Other words I didn't put a dent in a can compared to the damage I've yet to do
Long as you still have feelings to hurt, I'll be around as long as you let me get to you
Long as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm
Get scared little pissants, and see if I don't come along and stop your farm
Thunder and lightning, rain, hail, sleet with a tornado's the kind of brainstorm I get
So when the wind starts blowing, shit, talking about goin' in?
Goin' insane's more like it!
Wizard of words when he he spits hazardous with it
like a disastrous blizzard so you better listen quick fast don't miss it
Yeah go ahead little prick bastard, diss it
So you better listen quick fast, don't miss it
Yeah, go ahead little prick,
like a disastrous blizzard so you better listen quick fast don't miss it
Yeah go ahead little prick bastard, diss it
But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow
Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes
Just know, that all he knows is this
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 doing them like that
Or no one will rap with me
Step one, you asked who is it?

VERSE TWO - Royce
Guess who just came through the blast, you bitches
With the ratchet, the book of Mathew, a book of matches
Lightning, I'm ? white linen
You about to have to admit it
They pass you the mic, asked you to spit it
You got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands
Sure they gonna laugh when you go the bathroom with it
Now with what would you come against us?
Better be something with a big foot pedagree
Easily these are the reasons that we need to be in your prayers
Each region breed some emcees that wanna be, which means they wanna breath our air
With these ideas, anybody thinkin' that the game don't need
The Bad Meets Evil machine?
That's like saying that bad boy piston team didn't need Isaiah

VERSE THREE - Eminem and Royce
(Eminem)
Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of emcees, I swear
Better be aware, there's too much at stake, and to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
You can kiss my ass and the shit stains on my underwear that I don't even wear
(Royce)
This gotta be no fair, this like hittin' the lottery, oh yeah
Who you know hotter? There gotta be no pair
Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair
Classic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep and perhaps you'll have no rebuttalin'
In fact, you seein' me in this rap is like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan
(Eminem)
Back to badge her skull again, push a bitch out the Aston until I get the fuck outta dodge
Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors, ? color books that ain't colored in
Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win
Here they come again, none other than, Bad and Evil
Also known as Sadam and Osama Bin
It's been a long time, but I bet neither one of us have felt as sick as we do right now
And we only get iller with time, me and Nickel fucking shit up on the grounds
Tellin' us to pipe down, it's like talking to a meth head (get it? pipe? meth head? oh hilarity!)
Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection
Fightin' it while he's watching internet porn, about to meet his death with an erection
My god, what I mean is, David Carrideine jacking his penis in front of his tripod
Choking his own neck, what part you don't get?
I'm saying I die hard!
(Royce)
When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the F-I-R...E
Comin' out your iPod, we come up in a place
Chicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin' white walls
(Eminem + Royce)
Got your mother suckin' my balls while we fuck each other, punch each other in the eyeballs
And I never say 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
In your FUCKING MOUTH

Take From Me


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 ONE - Royce
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 ill, for you to just hack and steal
And leak my shit, so peep my drift
I hope y'all don't think you're helping me out with that shit
That shit 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's 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 just switched on me
Everything I do for the nigga, and the nigga know
I would do anything for him, but the nigga refuse
To just quit 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 like .... chest
Tough titty, the problems, you gotta problem, you think I'm already set
So I'mma look down on you? Just be proud of me
You already got my respect
I ain't gonna say something I regret
So I'mma 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 before 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 to tend to the vultures
No one ever blows up ..?.. talk
I don't make money just to lone it to y'all
Tell a nigga that the new album is like ...?... is like talking to a hole in the wall
..?..these niggas expensive
If I need to loan you money every time I see you just to be your friend?
I don't need your friendship

(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.
And I give, and I give
And you take, and you take
And you just walk away without nothing to say
And I give you my all and you just take from me (ay ay) x2

VERSE TWO - 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, motherfucker, I'm living 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 think it's not that big of a deal to steal from me
But music is all I got
Aside from my daughters, not trying 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
And I might not deserve it but I got to, did I not work for it?
Put it all in every record I rip for
When the ...
But I won't let it get me down, I won't succumb like many think
SO FUCK THEM
They'll appreciate me when I'm gone, they say it was ill, 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 gentleman, Slaughterhouse I give you!

(hook)

The Reunion


(Eminem)
Ay, yo
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 ONE - Eminem
Driving down I-75, about to hop on 696
I look over, this fucking chick's tryina' 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?
(smack)
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 age rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump
In that...till I snap back in that accent
Cause she kept asking me to stop callin' her CUNT
I SAID THAT CUNT

HOOK - Eminem
She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh
Your putting on a show, where's your mic at?
Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart
x2

VERSE TWO - Royce
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 if I'm the real 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 kid on Killa Season
She said I'm feeling a bit of 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 makin' songs for you
She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
I said, eh, you just used the word swagger so NO

(hook)

VERSE THREE - Eminem
We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till 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 tryina' ...?....finest love shack
Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? Don't touch that
You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like em', them accents
I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke
Better hit that map right, 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 hitch 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

(Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!)

VERSE FOUR - Royce
Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fight
Between my mistress and my damn wife
Then a chick wanted a hug, but she was fat
So I gave her that and told 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 jus' 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 an evil grin
He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this shit!"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

(hook)

Above the Law

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 One - Eminem)
Terrible, but not rippable, invincible, I hung invisible
Fucking mistletoe over the world, stuck my ass up under it
Now pucker them lips and kiss it ho
Here we go, Bad and Evil so you know how this'll go
The competition's miserable, we stomped them bitches, this is no joke
Going overboard like someone threw us off the boat
Choke, cough from all the smoke, I'm tryina' stay on fire
So you know if I hate fucking water sprinklers I don't like no ho
Someone let the cat out the bag, now it's time to stuff it's face
Back in this bitch, smother that little motherfucker until it suffocates
(who?) You!
?
Tryina' be so sick but Bad and Evil is reunited, hey!
Came back to annihilate, the game is in dire straits
As I await, world satan as I drop ...?...Ouija board and I pray
Now I lay me down to sleep, I do this shit in my sleep
So now imagine if I awake!
I'm champ, bitch, I've never tasted Cannibus
Can never be no damn wuss, no pussy, never mushy, so you can't squish
No where near twisted, in fact if I jump out and sneak attack a taxi
Only time you'll hear me say I ambush
Outlandish, these words are weapons that I brandish
Stand off, hoes get your hands off, this ?
So why the fuck would I sugar coat it for?
No, fuck protocol, I'd yell at this whore but now my throat is sore

(hook)

(Verse Two - Royce)
Baby I'm lawless, you couldn't burn me if you threw acid on me
I'm at your homie, I'm at your home ready to spray you while you napping
Homie, have, everything on, and around your mattress
Looking like the word in front of a matrimony
You high? Thug? Yeah
Go ahead, jump, no matter how high you get, you gon' come up short like Spud Web (?)
My DUIs get waved like saying bye
Still, riding with no Ls like James Tide (?)
Can't change, I thank God for my safe thinking
Last time I'm safe thinking, me and my niggas doin' a bank job
I stay violent, y'all going the peace route
You got a mouth like Kanye, I'll knock your entire bottom row of teeth out
No disrespect to Mr. West, shit, I'm just nice with mine
And this just rap, just like Ricky Hatton I just like to line
These weak rappers wanna set us up, they never tough
They asked me for a hook, I tell em' left or right? And a cut!
Whatchy'all messin' with this? A nigga that'll leave you FUBAR
Fucked up beyond all recognition
Y'all are rockstars, I'm the opposite
I could just throw a rock and hit a star for the FOCK of it
Partner, you're not hard, I body a hot bar
This beef has left you praying, Allah a Ackbar!
Let's go, when I leave y'all shot you ain't gon' be on your Metro
In a bad area (?)

(hook)

Loud Noises

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Life handed me lemons
I jump 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
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 you” 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 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 before 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?
Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed

SLAUGHTERHOUSE

[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 real, it’s a wrap
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, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now I’m Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch

SLAUGHTERHOUSE

[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 day 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 shit, wait I sweared
Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar while I’m rhyming standing beside a big old white bear
Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie
With a white boy ain’t got to jump no where 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 the 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

SLAUGHTERHOUSE

[Verse 4: Joell Ortiz]
I should be the one that goes slow
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 ike 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 seeds
It’s ? Slaughterhouse ? better yet boy go home, better yet boy ?
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’mma get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck sufferin succatash when the trigger blast I’mma put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
That bitchh and a vicious track ?
Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West like we’re tired of living 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 up ? rough piece of shit
You done weak, I’m the one, capiche?

SLAUGHTERHOUSE

[Verse 5: Joe Budden]
Insane what they call us
How you married to the game but you probably shouldn’t have came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, using ? to forge you
Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamons emminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that’s women at war
Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of sorter?
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
I’m administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something’s wrong with me
Claiming a 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 RuPaul
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 off soft, I got some machetes
Swinging spaghetti like it’s heavy some said he deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be

A Kiss

Never meet a nigga Twitter-beefing, first rapper to I 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 yesterday's news tomorrow
Stretch a nigga out, I'm the new Tae-bo, 'bout to cross over, I'm the new Iver
'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 winin', I should call you Moscato

[Eminem]
Look down at the floorboard
It looks like someone left a pair of stiletto shoes in my Tahoe
Never know what type of a ho inside of my ride I may let
Last night at 5 AM, and she ain't even recover from last Friday yet
Hoes all over the ride like it's an ice cream truck, I can see why they fret
I already ran over two hoes and I ain't get up the fucking drive way yet
Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for? Get in girl, don't push shorty your
Fightin' a war, it's useless, tits on a whore, little tits on a whore
Got a mack and it's screaming like little kids throwing fits on the floor
Get in the whip, but you ain't turning, a frog into a prince
What you tryna keep your hands on me for?

[Hook]

[Verse 2:Eminem]
Now you in my whip just long as you understand that I can't be whipped
You sick of me and shit, 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, yaeh, 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 only once but a female fan yea one leg standing
So by the one nightstand this bedroom has two lamps and only one nightstand
Get the hint? Ooh yea boo. Ew! I ain't gonna argue
But why do you think they call it boo?
Yea cause the sound of it's 'posed to scare you

[Royce]
Ho, ho, we can share you in the back of the Mclaren, I don't give a fuck
What your name is, I'll call you Hottentot
Hopenbot, how come your name is Sharon?
Slow the flow down so I can what?
The same face when I'm shooting the
Guns the same face that I make when I fuck
The back of my hand on your neck
Pressing your face against the sheets it's insane
You been changed, cause I'm out of 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3:Royce]
Never meet a nigga Twitter-beefing, first beef and I shot your fans
(You should check out the car when it's moving like watch this man)
Her bottom's dark, but her top it tan
Her private parts on the pole
Like the opposite of her papa's plan

[Eminem]
Come on stripper! Let's hit the strip 180
And drop the trance, I'm in the trance
Looking at this bitch dance

[Royce]
Looking at this girl, like what you wearing
Girl, quit playing!

[Eminem]
You wearing them scrach n sniff pants?
Well let me scratch em, lemme sniff, yeah

[Royce]
What? Did I say that?
I'm on lean like styrofoam cups and kickstands

[Eminem]
Middle finger stuck on fuck, sniff pants
But girl you got a butt like ?
So can with the hell, maybe
Aw Hell, Shady, he'll tell it like it is
So tell Katie Perry he's on the tail, he's tailgating
These bells are my maiden call
And I'm here, bell's raiding and tell Lady
Gaga she can quit her job at the post office
She's still a male lady!
What the fuck? And with her dick, you heard, the verdict's in
He's allergic to D, doesn't take me Clevis to him
Him don't give a damn how Beaver doing
What a demon, a behemoth
Evil just seems to be seething through him

[Royce]
I like the strip tease you doing
This evening, you and me gonna find
3 more chickadees and have a menage like Nikki
You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas
Without shit under it, sweating
Suck my dick, we both gets to steppin to my logic

[Eminem]
My patrick, my dick is as hard and thick as a yardstick
What we gonna do? Ride around til we're carsick
Then I'm gonna put this shit in park like dog shit
And you can blow me in the dark in the parking lot
Out of the trailer park by the garbage
What you waiting on? Me to roll up the carpet?
The condoms are in the glove compartment, let's start it!
Think I'm joking? What, am I sitting here
Trying to make fake farts with my armpits?
Trying to get you to spit pot through your nose?
Am I here to amuse you? Stop it

[Royce]
I'm in your pocket outside of a church
The other hand is at 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 5 things you are in charge of, that's
Sucking a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a dick
Sucking a dick, sucking a dick

[Eminem]
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 gonna jump into my truck
And then try to get truculent?

[Royce]
You should be suffering, you should be cooking
You should be buckling your seatbelt with oven mitts

[Eminem]
Excuse me while I'm making an ass of myself, but it's only
Cause I just wanna get..

[Hook]


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