MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
bad meets evil - fast lane
[Royce Da 5'9"]
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island
My life's ridin' on the autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill y'all with kindness
I kill ya, my natural persona's much worse
You've been warned if you've been born or if you can form
Slap up a cop and then snatch 'em outta 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's 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 'fore 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 cleanin'
Try 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'mma rip this mystical slick shit
You don't wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit, cause after
I spit the bullets, I'mma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I'mma kick the ballistics, so get this dick, I'mma 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 Da 5'9"]
Yeah, 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 corpes, 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.. 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-s-stutter, mothafucka? Fuck them all, he shuts
A whole mothafuckin' 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 mothafuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-d-drown
Shorty, when you dance, you got me captivated, just by the way
That you keep lickin' them dicks like 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]
And then after takin' that, I'mma 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, meanin' I'm on fire off the top
Might wanna back up the data, runnin' over hip hop
In a verbal tractor trailer, homie this 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, brung ya lay to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin' with a player, you won't be exaggeratin' when you sayin'
[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)
bad meets evil - renegade
[Verse 1: Royce]
It's several different levels to picking up shovels and dumping you
In ditches under sea level fronting you when I'm with this
Let me refreshing you niggas til you my position in this
Beef! Leave you under Venice, opposition finished
There it is, we invaded created a Pyramid
Of a Haven of names, so blame Dre, and that ear of his
So.. breathe, I'd rather reach for your neck
And I never heat you for respect, unless you greet me with less
I've got a skunk in my trunk, I'm lying
I've got a pump in my trunk, you're dying, how many lumps niggas want?
Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all
We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw
I stand firm, and it hurts to live it
You open that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's with it
Slap a ho, snatch a mic, being brought to y'all in black and in white
(It's the new) Joe Jackson and Ike, we renegades
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace, and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference, they're saying you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
As a motherfucking drug addict like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothing to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fucking do-gooders too bad you couldn't do good at marriage
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
Think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go, he's Royce, he's the King Of Detroit
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a
[Hook]
Renegade! Never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a renegade! Never been afraid to talk
About anything (anything) anything (anything)
[Verse 3: Royce]
I determine what time it's on, I call my nigga Proof
Hand him a pint of Limon and turn him loose
I'm tired of you new jacks, I'm tired of niggas that's like "I'm 'bout to blow"
Unless you a bitch, we don't care if you bout do that
Move back, youngster, the Glock on speak
Chew up your vest and turn your chest hair to taco meat
The street, continuous to pit, quick to smash ya
Or flash the clip, or give you the picture developing
Click clock, six shots blows through another door
And it gets hot, Hip-hop Quotable tug of war
Who did ya niggas beats you bitches, who made it work?
That shit was.. I got harder two-way alerts
Just when I thought my dog couldn't get any meaner
You talk about his daughter, you probably getting the nina
You talk about his momma, he won't even give ya the finger
(He's crazy) Deranged, not media eaters, we renegades
[Verse 4: Eminem]
See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
While I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you
What did I do? I'm just a kid from the gutter
Making this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a muhfuckin'
[Hook]
[Develdiii]
bad meets evil - welcome 2 hell
[Eminem:]
Yeah, told you we'd be back.
Welcome 2 hell
[Verse 1: 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
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
'Cept one, you asked who is it?
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
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 and the evil regime
That's like saying that bad boy piston team didn't need isaiah
[Verse 3: Eminem and Royce da 5'9"]
[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 da 5'9":]
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 da 5'9":]
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 da 5'9":]
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
Haha.
Welcome to the cd
bad meets evil - lighters feat bruno mars
[Bruno Mars:]
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We are right where we should be
Lift 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
[Eminem:]
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 lightening
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
The only thing I ever gave's using 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
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around,
crock-o-shit
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick,
you did the opposite
You stayed the same,
just cock back with this still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn't that long ago when Marshall said bust a leg
Muster cause he couldn't cut mustard mustered up nothing
Brain fuzzy, cause he's buzzin', woke up from that buzz
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn't cause he had buzzards circle around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass, cause f-ck it,
guess it doesn't matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
As if 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 from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks
cause your hate is what gave me strength
So let em 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 are right where we should be
Lift 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
From buying 4 or 5 of the homies to iron man outtie
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 high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried many tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it's only right that I right 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 catchweight 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 ? Patrick
And now I'm fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y'all niggas just gossiping like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y'all buggin 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 kept down, forced to fight
But tonight we're alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
Cause this one's for you and me
Living out our dreams
We are 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
bad meets evil - i m on everything ft mike epps
[Intro: Mike Epps]
All these little young kids ain't got no direction
Shit, these lil kids is on everything
[Hook: Mike Epps]
Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka (I?m on everything)
[Verse 1: Royce]
I?m on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Henny-henny, 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)
'cept 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, high, high, 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
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Painkillers, I call ?em 'caine pillars
Cause they?ll hold me up when I take ?em
I need a cane and pillows, 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 camp all left the crib
Man, who'da 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 craft
There?s a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
Flows dreaded like some fucking tangled hair rastafarian
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 pop you up, we popping 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I?m on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed, henny.. classic!
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,
?cause I walked 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 wife beater with a mustard stain
I?ll crush your brain like I?m crushing pills,
what the fuck?s the muthfucking deal?
This shit?s making me feel like I?m tryna do
a muthfuckin cartwheel up a hill)
How many bars, how many tabs? A-C-I-D? Y-E-S
Cause I?m sniffin NYES (F-U-C-Ked up, and it?s obvious)
Smoking Henny in my chest (I?m B-A-N-A-N-A-S)
I?m a C-O-C-O-N-U-T (Put this CD in and you?ll see
The sequel to Scary Movie, Bad is too evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger)
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)
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? her in the back, smackin? her forehead on the dash and its accidentally blowin?
A Benz jeep horn)
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
[Hook]
bad meets evil - above the law
[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've gone through, that's why I would rather show you
Just how far that I can take it, every rule I'm breakin' it
[Verse 1: Eminem]
Terrible, but not rippable, invincible, I'm hung invisible
Fuckin' mistletoe, over the wall to stuck my ass up under it
Now pucker up them lips and kiss it ho, 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
Puff up all the smoke I'm tryna stay on fire
So if you know I hate fucking water-sprinklers, I don't love the hoes
Someone let the cat out the bag, now it's time to stuff his face
Back, then I smother that mothafucka 'til it suffocates
Who? You! Handlin' the over weight
Why are they tryin' to be so sick, when bad and evil has reunited, hey?
Came back to annihilate to the game's in dyer straight in our way
World is Satan as I drop full to an easy Ouija board
It's easy, Porter, operate, now you lay me down to sleep
I do this shit in my sleep, I'm sleepin' now, as if I was awake
I'm teared bitch, I'll never taste the canvas
Could never be no damn wuss or pussy, never mushy, so you can't squish
Never on my damn toosh, in fact if I jump out a bush
And sneak attack's the only was I say I ambush
Outlandish are these words and weapons that are Brandish
Stand off, it's the hoes, keep your hands off this
Can't tie a bitch, so what the fuck would I sugarcoat it for?
Law, fuck protocol, holla at this ho, but now my throat is sore
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
Baby I'm lawless, you couldn't burn me if you threw acid on me
I met your homie, I'm at your home ready to spray you
Why you nappin' homie? Have everything on and around your mattress
Lookin' like the word in front of a matrimony, you hot, fuck yeah
Go 'head jump, no matter how high you get
You gon' come up short like Spud Webb
My DUI's get waved by saying bye
Still ridin' with no L's like James Tide, can't change I
I thank god for my safe thinking
Last time I was safe thinking, me and my niggas was doin' a bank job
I stay violent, y'all go to peace route
You got a mouth like Kanye, I knock your whole bottom row of teeth out
No disrespect to Mr. West, shit I'm just nice with mine
And this just wrap 'em, I'm like Ricky Hatton, I just like the line
These sweet rappers wanna set us up, they never tough
They ask me for a hook, I tell 'em left to right, head or gut
What y'all messin' with is a nigga that'll leave you fubar
Fucked up beyond our 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're not hard, I body your hot bars
Beef has left you prayin' right? Like Allah, who got bars
Let's go, when I leave y'all shot, you ain't gon' be on your metro
In a bad area that car drops
bad meets evil - living proof
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Living Proof Songtext :
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
This is the pale moon illuminates the hail and thundering
Oh once again where I fail from blundering
Shady lifted his wing than I fell from under it
Now I'm freefallin'
My career is gone and the weed callin'
Regardless of who's fault I was b-ballin'
God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth
Marshall double backed and got me from on top of the Hearse
I'm alive nigga, Justin T ain't got nothing on me
Cause I done cried Mary J Blige rivers
I realised that God's with us as soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my tie bridges
The writings on the wall since niggas 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 star
[Chorus:]
When them bottles stop poppin'
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
[Eminem:]
Your body language is sayin' your confidence is gone
Well pick ya ass up lil homie, come on
You just gone sit there and take it or make em suck it
Tell em where to shove it straight up [?]
Fuck it,
The last time the light kicked me in the ass
I pulled down it's pants and put a foot up it's ass
Man what a catastrophy it'd be for me to be a bitch ass pussy
And not open a can of whoop ass
Did ya piss ass whoop me will be the day I say I ain't 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 grape fruit
You see me climbing back on that wagon
Got my swagga back I was dragging, hop 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 horns till I'm hoarse!
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5' 9":]
Nah I ain't fading yet
I'd rather stay and rap
I mighta made a deck
I find excitement in wondering what I'm a write next
So I don't stay in debt
Me broke
You might aswell cut the embryo out my momma and play catch with the baby
With AK's with baby bayonet's
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
[Eminem:]
There's a bomb inside my head
I'm a live wire, I am on the edge
Teetering on it like I tore the iron mike
Get on a nut like a tyre iron
I have no desire stopping so why would I drop and roll
That's how much I'm flying higher [?]
Rappers are fun and I'm the time cause I'm just flying by 'em
Man I'm laughing at 'em the entire time, why am I up?
Cause tribulations I have triumphed bitch I'm fired up
So it's time for me to slit your fucking lighter, light the sky up
[Chorus]
Living Proof Songtext :
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
This is the pale moon illuminates the hail and thundering
Oh once again where I fail from blundering
Shady lifted his wing than I fell from under it
Now I'm freefallin'
My career is gone and the weed callin'
Regardless of who's fault I was b-ballin'
God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth
Marshall double backed and got me from on top of the Hearse
I'm alive nigga, Justin T ain't got nothing on me
Cause I done cried Mary J Blige rivers
I realised that God's with us as soon as I decided to put that bottle down and pick up my tie bridges
The writings on the wall since niggas 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 star
[Chorus:]
When them bottles stop poppin'
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
[Eminem:]
Your body language is sayin' your confidence is gone
Well pick ya ass up lil homie, come on
You just gone sit there and take it or make em suck it
Tell em where to shove it straight up [?]
Fuck it,
The last time the light kicked me in the ass
I pulled down it's pants and put a foot up it's ass
Man what a catastrophy it'd be for me to be a bitch ass pussy
And not open a can of whoop ass
Did ya piss ass whoop me will be the day I say I ain't 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 grape fruit
You see me climbing back on that wagon
Got my swagga back I was dragging, hop 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 horns till I'm hoarse!
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5' 9":]
Nah I ain't fading yet
I'd rather stay and rap
I mighta made a deck
I find excitement in wondering what I'm a write next
So I don't stay in debt
Me broke
You might aswell cut the embryo out my momma and play catch with the baby
With AK's with baby bayonet's
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
[Eminem:]
There's a bomb inside my head
I'm a live wire, I am on the edge
Teetering on it like I tore the iron mike
Get on a nut like a tyre iron
I have no desire stopping so why would I drop and roll
That's how much I'm flying higher [?]
Rappers are fun and I'm the time cause I'm just flying by 'em
Man I'm laughing at 'em the entire time, why am I up?
Cause tribulations I have triumphed bitch I'm fired up
So it's time for me to slit your fucking lighter, light the sky up
[Chorus]
bad meets evil - a kiss
[Hook:]
I wanted a kiss, kiss, kiss
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that 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 it yesterday's news tomorrow
Stretch a nigga out, I'm the new Tae-bo,
Bout to cross HOVA, 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 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 5AM, 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 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 relation shit
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 only once but a female fan yeah one like Stan
So by the one nightstand this bedroom has two lamps and only one
Nightstand Get the hint? Ooh yeah boo, ew! I ain't gonna
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":]
Ho 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
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 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
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]
Nickel Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan
(Push your check out the car while it's moving like Waka's man)
Her bottom's dark, but her top it tan, her private parts
Got it on the pole like the opposite of her papa's plan
(Come on stripper, let's hit the strip 180 and drop the trance
I'm in the trance, looking at this bitch dance)
Looking at this girl, like what you wearing girl, quit playing
(You wearing 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
[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 Katy 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
Wouldn't fuck her 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 da 5'9":]
I like the strip tease you doing this evening, you and me gon' find
Three 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
Tryna make fake farts with my armpits?
Tryna get you to spit pot 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 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 five 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, mothafucking 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
[Hook]
bad meets evil - loud noises
(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
(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
(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
(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
(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...
bad meets evil - lighters
[Bruno Mars]
This ones for you and me
Living out our dreams
We are 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
[Eminem]
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothin to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you I would duck or get struck like lighting fighters
Keep fighting
Put your lighters up
Point em' skyward UH!
Had a dream I was king
I woke up
Still king
This rap games nipple is mine
For the milking
Till nobody else even fuckin feels me
Till it kill me
I swear to god I'll be the fucking illest in the 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 ups using
No more excuses
Excuse me if my head's to big for this building
And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick
But you cocks are slick
Poppin shit on how you flipped your life around
Crock of shit
Who you dicks tryna' kid?
Flip dick you did opposite
You stayed the same
Cause cock backwards is still cock you prick
I love it when I tell'em shove it
Cause it wasn't that
Long ago
When Marshall sat
Lusted lack, lustered
Cause he couldn't cut
Mustered
Muster up
Nothin
Brain fuzzy
Cause hes buzzing
Woke up from that buzz and now you wonder
Why he does it how he does
Wasn't cause he had
Buzzards circlin' round his head
Waitin for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it cause some bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass fusses
Fuck it
Guess it doesn't matter now does it?
What difference it make
Whats it take?
To get it through you thick skulls that this ain't
Some bullshit
People don't usually come back this way
From a place that was as dark as I was
And just to get to this place
Some of these words be like a switchblades to a hater's 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 them bics raise
Cause I came at 5'9"
But I feel like I'm 6'8"
[Bruno Mars]
This ones for you and me
Living out our dreams
Where are 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 probably already be outie
I advance like going from toting iron to goin
And buying 4 or 5 of the homies, to iron man outie
My daddy told me, slow down boy you're going to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop to be the minute to tell shady I love the same way that he did Dr. Dre on the chronic
Tell'em how real he is
Or how high I am
Or how I would kill him, for him to know it
I cry when he tears
My daddy gotta bad back
So its only right that I write
Till he can march right in to that post office and tell'em to hang it up
Now his careers Lebron's jersey in twenty years
I stop when I'm at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
Its bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up
Must come down
You goin down
I'm somethin 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 a cat's meow
Owwww
I'm classic now
Always down for the catch-way
Like pack it out
Yall are doomed
I remember when T-Pain ain't wanna work with me
My car starts itself
Parks itself
And auto-tunes
Cause now I'm in the astin
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like (kronica patrick?)
And now I'm fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And yall' niggas the sky sippin like bitches
On a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Yall' buggin out like Wendy Williams
Starin' at a bee hive
And how real is that?
I remember signing my first deal
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 its like
To be (came down?)
Forced to fight
But tonight
We're alright
So hold up your lights
Let it shine
Cause..
This ones for you and me
Living out our dreams
We are 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
bad meets evil - writer s block
[Verse 1]
I ain't callin' names cause all of y'all the same
Plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up
All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up
Cause they know their hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent because of my relationship
With Marshall used to make me a little partial, but here's the brain fuck
We the same, cause I'm probably 'bout to fall out with a young buck
While I attempt to fuck the fuckin' game up
Bitch, splat, only thing I fear in here is chit-chat
You are hearin' bars like your ear against a Kit Kat
Shady guys like the Navy, try us, wavey bye-bye
Maybe my Glock can turn your top to Baby's Maybach
My shit is parvo, literally sick, trust me, nigga, it's ugly to kill the thing
If the bigger I get the more disgustin' and fuckin' disfigured it gets
Niggas just want me to go pop, oh, stop
Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast
I, only fuck with mailmen with heroin from Boca
Niggas that'll smoke you while you starin' in your postbox
Only incense he enlightens when he's thinkin'
While that sinks in, I got a Brinks ink pen
I'm back, mothafucka, notice the flyness on the cover of the XXL
I'm back from the dead like Tobey Maguire from the Brothers
How y'all realer? If I said it, I did it
If I didn't, I seen it first-hand like a car dealer
Give up the throne, your lease up, I am the Mona Lisa
That decoded Da Vinci Code, you throwin' your piece up
Is a waste of fake like a phony B-cup
Making the mistake was like my only teacher
Wait 'til they get a load of me cause
[Hook: Royce and Eminem]
I've got Guccis on my feet, diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist, bitches on my dick, but y'all already said that
Choppers in the trunk, models in the front
Bottles in the club, but I don't give a fuck, but y'all already said that
Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard
For me to come up with shit to say, ay
I'm at a loss for words cause y'all already said it all
I think I'm runnin' outta cliches, I'm gettin' writers block, psyche!
[Verse 2]
When I stand up in this booth, niggas notice it
Sittin' on the same boat that Noah built
Floatin' on the same water Moses split
Poetry in motion, but we sittin' on your grave site, overkill
Aren't you tired? Why are you so loud? Quiet
Real dudes move in silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid
You dudes is too excited
You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
You will just be another victim, I am like a nickel of weed rolled in a doobie
I'm a little twisted, I roll like the end credits in movies,
y'all just got scripted
Got y'all niggas' bitches bobbin' to this one
when she wit ya when she wit me
She bobbin', not vibin' tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper
I'm a serpent with a purpose, havin' problems? Not a problem
I've encountered, I have found elephants, lions, clowns
Will jump through hoops like they workin' for the circus
If the fire round the circle's right in front of them, fire rounds
Pun intended, gun extended, what are you marks askin'?
Car's Aston, started as a hard-top and I saw past it
Since I decided to start class this, all black, all glass
Panoramic roof been gettin' marked absent
I authorize my own all-access
Your bitch a whore, I'm a catch, she ball-catchin'
Her jaw's been broadcasted all across the globe from the store to Japan
Her pussy need to blocked and reported as spam
Interscope I been this dope, now sell it, my voicemail is full
Got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes and they tryna mail ?em to me
Tryna reach my phone, I don't know which one is harder
Tryna not to take your bitch or tryna get rid of my own
[Hook]
[Outro]
Man, get the bozac, we need to start bringin' that shit back (Mad flava!)
Man, fuck it, I'm 'bout to catch some wreck (We in effect, money!)
Mad props to Royce for keepin' it real on the strength
No diggity, I'm 'bout to go pull some hoes, get my mack on
Haters, get the gas face!
[Develdiii]
bad meets evil - vegas
Got a shit-eatin' grin
Bitch, show me them itty-bitty titties again
We're in Sin City
Since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope
Diggity, bitch, you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm lookin' at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
You can get the fickity-finger; the middle
You little dizzy bitch, sit and spig-a-tee-spin
Got a 6 o'clock cravin', stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
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'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I licked her, she'd try to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you: pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then let's lip-lock
If not, then chicks, 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 boxin'
My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots, like this shit's hoppin'
And drip-droppin' in chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., 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 sayin'
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for sayin'
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like choppin' 'til I'm droppin'
Still if that don't do the job of killin' Shady, then the karma will
They sayin' I must bring it as Mohammad
Until the Parkinson's done eat away my brain
And made me Robin Williams crazy
Or I end up with dementia, but you rockin' with a sadist
Hate to say this, but if the thought is entertainin'
I ain't stoppin' till we sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shakin'
But before I tie a rope around this nob
If they don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on until -
Wait, I just forgot what I was thinkin'...
What's it called again? I'm blankin'
The thing above the balls between my legs
And I think I can feel it dangling, it's throbbing and it's veiny
Wait, I think that I got it, okay, bitch I got you, Robin Williams hangin'
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
Gotta 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 plate 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 name is 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
Cha-cha-cha
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen 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 ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon' blow that rape whistle on me
(Squee!) I love it
'Fore I get lost with the gettin' off
Like this is our exit, now lets hit the highway and try not to get lost
'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 'Till we get to Las Vegas
(Party, do it 'till tomorrow) Vegas
Whatever happens here, stays here
So let's go all the way dear
Til we get to Las Vegas
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 Hot Vegas
We roll in circles and packs, we the lifesavers
She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then
I'll bring it with me when I show up to her crib waving
And I ain't tryna meet a 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
Neck so frozen it look like I walked in a jewelry store
With a about a million dollars with your mama
And sat down did an 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 likes on the Gram
If she current I keep her pussy purring like the pipes on a Lamb
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 a witty banter
Starting to feel like foulplay like Billy Laimbeer
Hold up, she misunderstood me
I said saint, por favor
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
(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
Whatever happens here, stays here
So let's go all the way dear
Til we get to Las Vegas
bad meets evil - i m on everything
All these little young kids aint got no direction
Shit, these lil kids is on everything
Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka hahaha ha
I'm on everything (5x)
Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka hahaha ha
I'm on everything (5x)
(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
Thats how high I am I take painkillers to ease the pain
Though I aint in pain No, we, ain't the same, we drunk
I'm on everything 'Cept when I kick it, gout
Me sobering up, ha, alf
Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'rooms
I done woke up with a f-cking tiger in my bathroom
I am f-cking high, high, high, 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... (5x)
(Eminem)
Painkillers, I call 'em 'caine pillars
'Cause they'll hold me up when I take 'em
I need a cane and pillows I'm on everything
Sick when I kick it, barf me sobering up, fart
I crush ya brain like a pill crusher, lets crush a pill yeah
F-ck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 up
Grab the key up off the counter till the camp all 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 f-cked 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 craft
There's a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
Flows dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta?
Farian, Jamaican, relax, man
I'll send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent
Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, c heck 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 f-cking whore to smash the stir up
We rap like we're on
Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on everything (5x)
Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on everything (5x)
(Royce Da 5'9")
I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed
Uh, classic!
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 f-ck,
Tablecloth tucked in my pants
Then I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked away
From my dinner with schmucks...
(Eminem)
Then I aimed to the front of the K-Mart shopping center
Wit' a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks
And a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stain
I'll crush your brain like I'm crushing pills
What the f-ck's the muthf-cking deal?
This shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do a
Muthf-ckin cartwheel up a hill...
(Royce Da 5'9")
How many bars, how many tabs?
A-c-i-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffin NYES
(Eminem)
F-u-c-ked up, and it's obvious...
(Royce Da 5'9")
Smoking Henny in my chest...
(Eminem)
I'm B-A-N-A-N-A-S...
(Royce Da 5'9")
I'm a C-O-C-O-N-U-T...
(Eminem)
Put this CD in and 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...
(Eminem)
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...
(Eminem)
I'm the type that'll take a bath wit' 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 its 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 wit' Lindsay Lohan and she on...
bad meets evil - 20 boys
[Royce da 5'9"]
Ryan's a homicidal misfit, I write the solution of biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my mission of having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writing, but I will stick this pencil in your ass
Before I write your shit, pause, inhaling hella kush
Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push
Felons, crooks, going door-to-door
Like we selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mushed
Now my bitch a dancer, I'm about as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you'd probably rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It probably will smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship
Leave you niggas floating in water, then go and drown a fish
Fuck, I'm fucking heinous, I make you fucking famous
Them lead showers is coming, fuck is you saying?
[Eminem]
FUCK! It's fucking raining, SHIT! There's lightning, BITCH!
It's thundering cause I'm cussing up a storm if you wondering, SHIT!
SHIT! You couldn't muster up enough thought
To take a dump during a brain fart, chump
If you want urine in your face, all you had to do was say
That you wish you would've just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolize the game, Illuminati is here
Yeah, human oddities, and odds with us, your squad's gotta be
Cause we started out cold in a snowball, we froze
Soon as we rolled up on these hoes, all's we know
Is y'all lowered the bar like limbo, you know who you are
So quit fucking the dog before we start calling YOU Bizarre
Shit, screw the pooch, y'all done raped a pitbull
Fell in love with the shih-tzu, this missile's directed directly at you
And this for these hoes who don't know me from a can of paint
You must be huffing, fuck a ball sack
If the taints can't take you on a date, you mistake me for a gentleman
You 2000 and late, man, and Will I ain't, I'm the bad guy
Type of guy that will drag five girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye
[Hook: Eminem]
Must be outta your mind, you think you fucking with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up, this game is over
[Joell Ortiz]
Puffin' loosies, watching "I Love Lucy" with Gary Busey
Crazy, how the fuck could you son me? I'm Shady
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don't know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe
'Til then I kill the bad man trying to slay me
Everything you kick weak, your spit kung fugazi
All my homeboys, 2.0 Boys
Nickel, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce
Even if I wanted to quit, I ain't got no choice
Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice
You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist
Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so mois
Bang bang, bang bang, House Gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you pussies, don't ask what we came for
I write until my right arm veins sore
Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war
You hear that? Yaowa, you know who finna file out
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball
Piranha mentality with a Jaws bite all night
Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight
[Joe Budden]
Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers
You step to us, text Rugers to respect the shooters
My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger
Welcome to Nayhood, big in the 'jects, G
Cheated death multiple times without rigging the deck
So I'm well-prepped if you just want war
There will be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor
It's raw, you keeping acting like you don't know Mouse, nigga
And you going to need the best doctors, house nigga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools
Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told
They food for thought's rotten, they gems are fool's gold
Need results from my actions, mistakes I'll exonerate
I'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's face
Talking funds, niggas ain't never seen stock
I don't need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock
[Hook]
[Crooked I]
Take off, you invited inside of the mind of
A psychotic rhymer, I'm kind of a (Dahmer)
I'm grinding up rappers are lining up jackers, I'm climbing up ladders
I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama
You liars and actors, I'm the genuine article
But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles
(The gold hand) Tell me when and I'm there
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like unlimited fare
You got us pegged wrong, my circle don't fit in with squares
I smell shit and piss, know where it's coming from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I'm a step on you, bring it to your yard
Bogart for arts, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the West
I'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart
[Yelawolf]
I got Jim Beam in the liver, getting head like clean clippers
With haters on my dick like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16's like I drink liquor
You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain't seen sicker
Than a cracker that will hop around in a hospital gown
Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the round
I shit logs and I piss river brown
Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
And that's as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I'm Illuminati, so fucking ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end
They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playing
Skinny-ass pants sagging, it's only yourself you playing
Call me a clown, but you love where the clown's hanging
And the freakshows at the county carnival, then you paying
Bitch, I'm on a trapeze with no legs in the dark
Yelling "Go Shady!" Driving slower than an old lady
In an old '89, no piece if you pay me
Give me peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I'm getting paid for these shows that I throw lately
Same shows a year ago would have broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy cause I made it
Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately
You ain't fucking with Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce
You don't want to see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the point oh boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy game over
[Eminem]
Yo, I don't think they heard you, tell 'em again
[Yelawolf]
Game over!
[Develdiii]
bad meets evil - take from me
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 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 dialling and
then talking to a hole in the wall
Please look at these expenses, 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
Will you please tell me ...?... to keep rapping
But I wonder sometimes is it worth it though?
The bullsh*t 'cause it feels like a down there ain't no getting up from
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!
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