[Royce] What? Uhh..
[Em] The Bad..
[Royce] Yeah..
[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
[Royce] Yo..
[both] I'm just f***in 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 C***tail (take that)
Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R in the face *punch sound*
Smash his gla**es and turn em to contacts
I'm on some shook s***, 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]
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 b**** up
Pick the fifth up, c***, spit, you would swear it's rainin slugs (what?)
I'm the hottest s*** 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 s***'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 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
[Chorus: x2]
[Eminem]
Forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
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 f***in 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 b**** wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen.
You swallow cum b****?" "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, see'mere, want a souveneir?
I've been high as f***, 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]
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 n****z with nuts, what? My meat's bigger (what?)
Fake-a** thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
With a deathwish, thinkin I'm the n**** 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 gla** doors, I see through em, put the heat to em
Be careful you might get what you ask for
[Chorus: x2]
[Em] The Bad... the Evil...
The Bad... the Evil...
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[Em] The Bad..
[Royce] Yeah..
[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
[Royce] Yo..
[both] I'm just f***in 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 C***tail (take that)
Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R in the face *punch sound*
Smash his gla**es and turn em to contacts
I'm on some shook s***, 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]
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 b**** up
Pick the fifth up, c***, spit, you would swear it's rainin slugs (what?)
I'm the hottest s*** 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 s***'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 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
[Chorus: x2]
[Eminem]
Forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
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 f***in 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 b**** wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen.
You swallow cum b****?" "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, see'mere, want a souveneir?
I've been high as f***, 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]
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 n****z with nuts, what? My meat's bigger (what?)
Fake-a** thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
With a deathwish, thinkin I'm the n**** 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 gla** doors, I see through em, put the heat to em
Be careful you might get what you ask for
[Chorus: x2]
[Em] The Bad... the Evil...
The Bad... the Evil...
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