lirik lagu bad meets evil – the reunion
the reunion
[eminem:]
ayo, this next song, is a true story (come here, b-tch!)
[intro:]
cause some things in this universe
don’t make sense but somehow (always seem to f-ckin’ work)
[verse 1: eminem]
flying down i-75 ’bout to hop on 696
i look over this f-cking chick’s tryna fix her makeup
i’m like b-tch, you ain’t a plastic surgeon
i advise ya to put up your visor, i’m getting kinda ticked
you’re blocking my side mirror, she’s like yeah, so? i’m like so?
you gon’ need a st-tch you keep actin’ like that, ho
i look like your husband sl-t? that’s a rhetorical question
you talk to me like you talk to him, i’ll f-ck you up
in fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates
no b-tch rides shotgun, what taxi?
stop and pick you some maxi pads up is that what you actually ask me?
b-tch reaches over and smacks me
and says i annoy the f-ck outta her, get in the f-cking back
put on your sl-t powder, you sl-t, what? shut the f-ck up now
or get your feelings hurt, worse than my last chick when
i accidentally b-tt dialed her and she heard me spreading aids rumors about her
turn the radio up louder, make it thump
while i b-mp that relapse cd, tryna hit every b-mp in that c-nt
thought i snap back in that accent cause she kept asking me
to quit callin’ her c-nt, i said that i c-nt! she said, marshall
[hook: eminem]
you ain’t really like that, oh-oh-oh
you’re putting on a show, where’s your mic at?
cause you’re breaking my heart
she said you’re breaking my heart
[verse 2: royce da 5’9″]
uh, pull up to the club in a porsche, not a pinto
while marshall’s at a white trash party, i’m at drama central
i walk up in there looking at my phone, on twitter tweetin’
i’m feelin’ a bunch of b-tches lookin’ at a n-gg-, cheesin’
i get approached by this little skeeser
she asked me am i the realest g, cause i’m gucci from head to feet
i said, yeah, i’m really is cause i spit in your man’s face
like cam did that little kid on killing season
she said i’m feeling your big ego, wait, am i talking wrong?
i said nah, i’m a walking kanye/beyonce song
she said i’m mad at you, i said why?
she said why you never make songs for chicks as if it’s hard to do?
i said i make songs for me, leave the studio
and go and f-ck the b-tch who belongs to who makin’ songs for you
she said i’m feelin’ your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
i said, umm, you just used the word swagger, so no, she said
[hook]
[verse 3: eminem]
we been ridin’ around in this hatchback ’til i’m f-cking hunchback
where the f-ck’s this party at sl-tbag c-nt? cut what act?
think it’s an act? f-ck that, i’m tryna sh-g scuz
better find this love shack or somewhere to f-ck at, ah, don’t touch that
you fat dyk-, i’m tryna hear some bagpipes from baghdad
don’t act like you don’t like ’em, them accents, i rap tight
and i’m a torture ’til we find this place, yeah that’s right
thought it was just past this light, just past van dyk-
better hit that map light, read them directions, oh yeah
you can’t read and you can’t write, told me that last night
she took my cd out the deck, snapped in half like
relapse sucked, i snapped, hit the gas like
blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of black ice
forgot we had a trailer hitched to the back, we jackknifed
b-tch flew out of the car, i laughed like, she deserved it
she didn’t think i’d act like that in person
(royce, marshall just crashed right in front of the club!)
[verse 4: royce da 5’9″]
tell him i’ll be there in a minute
i’m tryna break up this cat fight between my mistress and d-mn wife
then a chick wanted a hug, she was phat
so i gave her dat then i tell her to scat, i’m not mean, i’m cute
on my way to the front door, taking the scenic route
to avoid this chick with a lace front lookin’ like venus and serena’s hooves
i’m just sayin’, those chicks got horse -sses, they been attractive
hope when they see me they don’t slap me with they tennis rackets
my mind drifted, back to this sh-t
i seen my wife, push her down, step over her body and smack the mistress
police outside, i turn and p-ss the gat to vishis
then i step out and see my evil twin, he gives me evil grin
he mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
looks at me twisted, like nickel “yeah, watch this sh-t”
he smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat b-tch he rode with
and looks back to mention, “royce, it’s good to be back to business”
[hook]
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