[Em] The Bad..
[Em] The Evil..
[Royce] Right, yo
[Em] put em together
[Chorus: Royce the 5-9, Eminem]
[Royce] Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin' to strip
[Em] 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
[both] I'm just fuckin' with you, cause I got nothin' to do
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 straight jacket, 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'
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 back blast
The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half
You know how a thug in this shit will 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 want to 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
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...
Pull a fuckin' headache outta my head, and put it in yours (take this)
I'm indoors, waitin' for disaster 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 you-haul screamin',
"Wait, wait, wait.. you ain't movin' here!"
Lorena Bobbitt, Come here, 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'
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, icin' my fame, 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
The Bad... the Evil...
The Bad... the Evil...
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"Nuttin' to Do" as written by Ryan Montgomery Marshall B Iii Mathers
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