BAD MEETS EVIL Vegas

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[Verse 1 – Eminem:]
Got a shitty grin, bitch show me them itty-bitty titties again
We’re in Sin City, since when did we begin to get addicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your friggidy-friends
I’m looking at your bum-stickidy-bum hun
The migidy mac’s, bigidy back
Don’t act wigidy-wack, you can get the figidy-finger, the middle
You little dizzy bitch, sit spiggidy spin
Got a 6 o’ clock craving, stop get Ciroc
It’s about to be an unbelievable night
I call it surreal, Sir Mix a Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim up
Picky like I missed a spot shaving
Came to sip vodka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn’t give the bitch a shot, I poke her in the rear
But I bet if I lick her, she’ll try to chase me (Haha)
What are you pit, rott, mixed oh, you just got fixed well shit then let’s lip-lock
If not then trick piss off you snobby little pig snot nose
You think you’re hot shit cause you’re in heat
Well, bitch, if you’re solar
Then I’m your polar opposite dog cause I’m colder than popsicle sticks, poppin’ shit
Talkin’ it, walkin’ it, spit rocks
Then my sick thoughts are about to lick shots
Like this shit’s hopping, and drip-dropping in chocolate-ly whip-topping
So whether you’re Hip Hop, Slipknot, Big, Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you’ll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops
And I produced the track
So you don’t have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (TURN UP!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin and I’m a keep on saying
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping ’til I’m dropping, still if that don’t do the job of killing Shady, then the karma will, insane him
I’m as brainy Mohammad until the Parkinson’s done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rocking with a sadist
So you can say this, but if the thought is entertaining
I ain’t stopping to explain it
Oh my God, for real man, not again I’m shaking
But before I tie a rope around this nob
If they don’t like it, got a knob they can slob on until it’s-
Wait I just forgot what I was thinking…
What’s it called again? I’m blanking
Something about the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it dangling, it’s throbbing and it’s veiny
Wait I think I got it, okay bitch I got you, Robin Williams hanging
Let’s Go hang in the lobby unless you came to slob me
Come on kemosabe
It’s past time, like your favorite hobby
Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage
Ain’t it obvious? Pretty much a no brainer, or should I say Cobainer?
That she’s plain addicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit
Got a wean her off it, weiner off it like she took my fucking penis, chopped it, and stuck it up between her armpits
And she begun to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet, at least that’s what her train of thought is
Cause I came, saw, conquered, hit it, quit it, and made up a plane of bonkers
And I always end up giving these bitches some complex
And I don’t mean apartment
So spread your feet apart
And let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits
Now grab this Cuisinart
And make me breakfast, bitch, that’s a prerequisite
And that’s just to get in this bedroom, bitch
Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?)
Said my names Booger, wanna catch a flick?
I’ll even let you pick, make her fetch a stick
Bet you if you get this old dog these new tricks
To get familiar with I’ll learn extra quick
Kick a pregnant bitch, oops, I guess the shit
Took an unexpected twist like the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain’t for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got M?nchhausen by proxy
I’m making you sick, don’t pretend you can’t hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy
I’ll tell a bitch like Bizarre
Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car
And suck my fucking dick while I take a shit
And I think with my dick so come blow my mind
And it tastes like humble pie
So swallow my pride, you’re lucky just to follow my ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you’re Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let’s skeet
So what’s it gon’ be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon’ blow that rape whistle on me
(Scream!) I love it
‘Fore I get lost with the gettin’ off
Like this is our exit, now let’s hit the highway and try not to get lost
‘Till we get to Las Vegas

[Bridge – Eminem:]
(Party, do it ’till tomorrow)
Vegas
‘Till we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it ’till tomorrow)
Vegas
‘Till we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it ’till tomorrow)
Vegas
‘Till we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it ’till tomorrow)
Vegas

[Chorus – Eminem:]
Whatever happens here, stays here
So let’s go all the way dear
Til we get to Las Vegas

[Verse 2 – Royce da 5’9:]
Whatever happens in my room, it stays in my room like movie night like cable
Treat every women in my stable like flavors
Looking like she kryptonite and I get weak after like 7 days
In 7 nights in the days Inn it’s our Vegas
We roll in circles in packs… we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then
I’ll bring her with me when I show up to her crib waving
And I ain’t tryna be the nice neighbor
I’m so Jay Electronic, I’m cut like I’m all out of razors
And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars with your mama
And sat down n did the ALS challenge, haaaan
I stole that adlib from French, Bad Evil back at it again
About to get my back tatted again
About to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand
Sitting on a bike in the sand
If you ain’t been through nothing
Then that shouldn’t mean nothing to you like lice on a gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a Lam
Weed got her so chinky eyed
Look like she been getting high on a flight to Japan
I keep my jewelry on while I’m fucking
Sound like I’m shaking up dice in a can
Listen, though this ain’t Christmas I make you my ex miss
If this is my passion
I learn to give those who don’t appreciate my presence
The gift of my absence
I don’t know who you been listening to
Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop
Bitch, I don’t give a two shits
Bitch, get the fuck out of my face
To make a long story short, I don’t really gotta stand there
And listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum
Even though I have an affinity for witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she misunderstood me
I said take parvour four
Thought I said the wraith had four doors
I knock a nigga face off
Give him the bottom of
the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever…)
I leave the club with my tab still open
Won’t even get a cab for you and your friend
The only fear I have is of loathing
And I won’t even kick in ’till we get to Las Vegas

[Bridge]

[Chorus]

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BAD MEETS EVIL Scary Movies

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What’s your favorite scary movie?

[Em] Yo, Slim Shady!
[R5] Yo, Royce 5-9
[Em] Y’all wanna make a movie?
[R5] What..
[Em] We got the film right here

[Royce]
What?
Yeah I’m one of them pretty rappers
Buck if I really hafta, I really slap ya
King of Detroit who they namin the city after (what?)
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard shit
into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start with
experts, Bad and Evil is comin soon
MC’s get stuck, head first back in they mother’s womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I’m the illest MC spittin (what?)
Leavin all of you cats shittin kittens
I gotta diss you, my niggaz be cockin pistols
Shot and split you, fuck splittin the profits with you (what?)
Six percent, of y’all niggaz is just pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy niggaz stink with dicks (what?)
Niggaz act bully, and blast for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of niggaz packin semi
Speak darts yo you get paid? Rhymin about it is the sweet part
You can’t be street smart with a cheap heart
Five Nine, a street nigga with deep feelin (what?)
I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin (what?)
Fuck rap, a lot of y’all all is just acts
Trust that – you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at
Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And I’ma spit thunder (what?) stick to my guns
Niggaz is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that’s why when I spit, your clique stalls
I’ma pit bull, I’m just dog, I’m just raw (what?)
Split y’all, holla, It’s on! Then I diss y’all
All of y’all niggaz get pissed on claimin you pissed off

[Chorus x2: Eminem and Royce]

Y’all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin in with they team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it

[Eminem]
The one man on the planet that’ll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothes
so fast it’ll look like an invisible man standin
I’m headed for Hell, I’d rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this (here) and you better inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed
Screamin to Aunt Peg (AUNT PEG!!!!)
with three spokes stickin out of my pant leg
Fuck a headache, give me a migraine
Damnit I like pain (AHH!)
and you should be anywhere that a mic ain’t
You rap knowin you wack
You act up and I’m throwin you down a flight of steps
then I’m throwin you back up em
If they don’t like the track, fuck em
The rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a Mack truck
and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch (Ding! Ding!)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (Hurry up man!)
I’m sicker than a Tupac dedication to Biggie
I’m free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree
to stampede your chest ’til you can’t breathe
And when I’m down to my last breath
I’ma climb the Empire State Building and get to the last step
and still have half left

[Chorus]

[Em] Bad.. the bad..
[R5] Uhh, when the bad meets the bad.. yo..
[Em] The evil
[R5] Take the evil with the evil
[Em] Put em together
[R5] What? Nine-nine
[Em] Two times.. Slim Shady.. Royce the Five Nine

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BAD MEETS EVIL Raw

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[Royce Da 5’9 :]
Everything I say be raw (Good God)
I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
Everything I say be raw
I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
Everything I say be raw
I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
Everything I say be raw
Everything I say be raw

[Royce Da 5’9 :]
You can never be my nemesis
You against me is me being a fool
And you being an enemy with benefits
I don’t even consider myself deep
When I’m rollin’ with thirty niggas
Cause I’m so used to being in a syndicate
Boots on with my strap on me
You don?t know how Yeezy the season finna get
Bad and Evil, catch a body, catch your body that?s a membership
Put you on my hitlist then turn around and kill up all the snitches
Then turn around and go to church, repent
Then ask the reverend, ?can I get a witness??
I got an I.O.U on my Bible?s view
Even God knows what I?m liable to do
When I?m high bro, I represent the same significance
In hip hop as Pac and Biggie
Driving side car door, ‘cept I’m alive though
Best believe I got no problem fucking your bitch, raw
And that mean I got no condom
Panamera Porsche, factory real white
Yeah that?s me in real life
And I?ll probably be m?naging more than the back of Meek Mill bike, I?m Hollywood

[Royce Da 5’9 :]
Good God, everything about me raw
From the lyrics to the gun play
I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
And I mean it
Everything I say be raw
Everything I say be raw
Good God, everything I say be raw
What I do, I do it one way
I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
Everything about me raw
Everything about me raw

On top of the world
Every motherfucker wants to get a piece of your ass
Then if you take a little time off from being unstoppable
Just to regroup and relax
No one will give you the time of fucking day

[Eminem:]
I don?t get raw stuff unless they all just one of a
I?m becoming what I used to make fun of a
Smug son of a bitch, fuck it though
Going for the fucking jugular
Leave them in a puddle of blood I?mma
Kill a bunch of ?em, cut up all the others
Bloody glove in a prison yard, dirty Arias
I?m coming for you, fuck up the world
Who doesn?t approve, here I come as a custodian
Here I come dressed, I?ll smuggle ya
Ass out wrapped up in a comforter come snuggle up with a
Another fucking nut we?ll make a triple chocolate bar
I?mma take this chubby, I?mma shove it up that nice round little bubble butt
Make it double stuffed
Pull it out one hole put it in the other one, make a peanut butter cup, bust
We can fuck on a golf cart tell me how you want it, soft, hard, or fucking rough
Like a dog park, stop at a walmart, get a couple of 50 watt bulbs with a hot tub
Fill up them buns with a hot dog and be frank these other motherfuckers ain?t even in the ball park
Then she pulled out the condom out the drawer
She must heard this is where the condoms get stored
Sign above the door to the sauna says ?welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah?
Told her I got something for her, sharp and it?s pointed
And it?s head?s on swole, hold it like a samurai
She said, ?Woah, look at that bulge, must have a huge ego?
I said ?is it me you?re aiming that compliment toward?
She said ?yes my ninja, please get to stabbing this shit?
I commenced to dropping them drawers
Threw my black belt and gauntlets all onto the floor
Zipped down my fly, whipped out my confident sword

[Royce Da 5’9 :]
Good God, everything about me raw
From the lyrics to the gun play
I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
And I mean it
Everything I do be raw
What I do, I do it one way
I’m hardbody, everything about me raw
And I mean it

So that is why I?m better than everyone in the world
So kiss my ass and suck my dick, everyone

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BAD MEETS EVIL Nuttin’ To Do

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[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

[Eminem:]
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]

[Eminem:]
[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]

[Eminem:]
The Bad… the Evil…
The Bad… the Evil.

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