"What's your favorite scary movie?"Yo, Slim Shady![R5] Yo, Royce 5-9Y'all wanna make a movie?[R5] What..We got the film right here[Royce]What?Yeah I'm one of them pretty rappersBuck if I really hafta, I really slap yaKing of Detroit who they namin the city after (what?)Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard shitinto your heart with, content, yo who wanna start withexperts, Bad and Evil is comin soonMC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's wombThis shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin (what?)Leavin all of you cats shittin kittensI gotta diss you, my niggaz be cockin pistolsShot and split you, fuck splittin the profits with you (what?)Six percent, of y'all niggaz is just pretendClicks with clits, pussy niggaz stink with dicks (what?)Niggaz act bully, and blast for the fast pennyMy auto is fully, plenty of niggaz packin semiSpeak darts; yo you get paid? Rhymin about it is the sweet partYou can't be street smart with a cheap heartFive 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 actsTrust that - you rhyme all wack on rough tracksBust and then we all black when you get bust back atFuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed atAnd I'ma spit thunder (what?) stick to my gunsNiggaz is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wondersWhat? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stallsI'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (what?)Split y'all, holla, "It's on!" Then I diss y'allAll of y'all niggaz get pissed on claimin you pissed offChorus: Eminem and Royce (repeat 2X)Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?Rappers comin in with they team and carry tooliesYou can jump right out of the screen and barely move meWe hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it[Eminem]The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand CanyonHop out of a Grand and land in it handstandinAny man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothesso fast it'll look like an invisible man standinI'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jailBill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhaleCause any MC that chooses to go against meis gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me alone!)Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speedScreamin to Aunt Peg (AUNT PEG!!!!)with three spokes stickin out of my pant legFuck a headache, give me a migraineDamnit I like pain (AHH!)and you should be anywhere that I might gainYou rap knowin you wackYou act up and I'm throwin you down a flight of stepsthen I'm throwin you back up emIf they don't like the track, fuck emThe rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a Mack truckand then backed up onAnd any half-assed known rapper to trespassbetter 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 BiggieI'm free-fallin feet first out of a damn treeto stampede your chest till you can't breatheAnd when I'm down to my last breathI'ma climb the Empire State Building and get to the last stepand still laugh half bentChorusBad.. the bad..[R5] Uhh, when the bad meets the bad.. yo..The evil[R5] Take the evil with the evilPut em together[R5] What? Nine-nineTwo times.. Slim Shady.. Royce the Five Nine
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Yo, Slim Shady!
[R5] Yo, Royce 5-9
Y'all wanna make a movie?
[R5] What..
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: Eminem and Royce (repeat 2X)
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 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, 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 I might gain
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 till 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 laugh half bent
Chorus
Bad.. the bad..
[R5] Uhh, when the bad meets the bad.. yo..
The evil
[R5] Take the evil with the evil
Put em together
[R5] What? Nine-nine
Two times.. Slim Shady.. Royce the Five Nine
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