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Artist: bad meets evil (eminem and royce the 5-9)[royce] what? uhh..[em] the bad..[royce] yeah..[em] the evil..[royce] right, yo[em] put em togetherChorus: 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 slitIf it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin to chew[royce] yo..[both] i'm just f**kin with you, cause I got nothin to do[eminem]I am bored!!!!!I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed ordersAte hors d'oeuvres, and hit the waiter with plate warmers *crash sound*Let you inhale the glock smell, while I'm rippin your wallet offAnd 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 contactsI'm on some shook shit, 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 cellPut a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (fedex)So how do you describe someone, with a decapitated headWhen the rest of his body's still alive runnin? [royce]Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive-bySo when you see the black 500 (what? ) hide from itFor every hundred mc's rhymin about birdsOnly about two-thirds'd really set it without wordsYo you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch upPick 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 meYou lack class and respect, get a direct backblastThe bad and evil mad rap, I cover the bad halfYou know how a thug in this shit'll end upSpit 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 wanna get sent upHeat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm upNow we rivals, cause of a small name or titleYou stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and bible[Nuttin' to Do lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]Chorus: 2x[eminem]*yawns* forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicatedIt takes six minutes to get applause (yay)And by the time you all catch on, i'ma end your careerAnd walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on!I'll throw you off of ten floors .. *ahhhhhhh*Pull a f**kin headache outta my head, and put it in yours (take this)I'm indoors, waitin for this acid to seep in my skin poresTo go outdoors and do some in-storesThis 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 autographinGot my daughter laughin cause I sent her mother whitewater raftinI'm not a fact, i'ma proven fearMr. rogers blocked up my u-haul screamin,'wait, wait, wait.. you ain't movin here!'Lorena bobbitt, c'mere, want a souveneir? I've been high as f**k, since I was a juvi-neerJuvenile? same difference -- I need some 'caineCause I ain't sniffed since I woke up the seven slain infants(oh my god!) brain implants and they say there's a slim chanceI won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz'[royce]Walkin in swamp water with an m-16, out for the bloodShove a gun in the mouth of a thugTo break braces, you say grace and make facesI'll display hate and break you in eight places (what? )Take paces, turn around draw in a standoffPrecise aim, icin my fame, blowin your hand offDancin with the devil leadin - I won't die, I'm never leavin (what? )I pledge allegiance to forever breathinStreet niggaz with nuts, what? my meat's bigger (what? )Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggersWith a deathwish, thinkin I'm the nigga to mess withLet the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklaceFor instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what? )A follower never had heart, he just loyalThugs is glass doors, I see through em, put the heat to emBe careful you might get what you ask forChorus 2x[em] the bad.. the evil..The bad.. the evil..