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 stomp 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!
Whiz it upwards, when 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
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 that
It's better to kick ass than kiss it
Dick Dasterdly 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 THREE - Eminem's parts
(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
(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, you hasbeen's are duller than 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 sicker as we do right now
And we only get iller with time, me and Nickel fucking shit up on the dime
Tellin' us to pipe down, it's like talking to a meth head
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!
(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
Up inside your FUCKING MOUTH
Haha.
Welcome to the CD.
yes i know i may done it wrong or a lil confusing but yall get the idea,great great rhyming on this track tbh
fixed to what it sounded like to me