Scary Movies Lyrics - Singles - Bad Meets Evil

[Intro] 

What's your favorite scary movie? 

Yo, Slim Shady (Yo, Royce 5'9?) 

Y'all wanna make a movie? (What) 

We got the film right here 

[Verse 1: Royce] 

Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers, buck if I really have to 

I really slap you, King of Detroit who they naming the city after 

Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard shit 

Into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start with 

Expert, Bad and Evil is coming 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 spitting 

Leaving all of you cats shitting kittens 

I gotta diss you, my niggas be cocking pistols 

Shot and split you, fuck splitting the profits with you 

Six percent, of y'all niggas is just pretend 

Clicks with clits, pussy niggas stink with dicks 

Niggas act bully, and blast for the fast penny 

My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packing semi 

Speak darts; yo, you get paid? Rhyming about it is the sweet part 

You can't be street smart with a cheap heart 

Five Nine, a street nigga with deep feeling 

I keep illing, my steez willing to keep killing 

Fuck rap, a lotta 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'mma spit thunder, stick to my guns 

Niggas is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders 

What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls 

I'm a pitbull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw 

Split y'all, holler, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all 

All of y'all niggas get pissed on claiming you pissed off 

[Hook] 

Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? 

Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies 

You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me 

We hard-hitting, directing and starring in it 

[Verse 2: Eminem] 

The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon 

Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstanding 

Any man planning to battle will get snatched outta his clothes 

So fast it'll look like an invisible man standing 

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 getting taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!) 

Came home in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed 

Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes sticking outta my pant leg 

Fuck a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I like pain 

You should be anywhere that a mic ain't 

You rap knowing you wack, you act up and I'm throwing you 

Down a flight of steps then I'm throwing you back up them 

If they don't like the track, fuck them, the rap struck 'em harder 

Than getting 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 

So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly 

I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie 

I'm free-falling feet first out of a damn tree 

To stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe 

And when I'm down to my last breath, I'mma climb the Empire State Building 

And get to the last step and still have half left 

[Hook] 

[Outro] 

Bad, the Bad (Uhh, when the Bad meets the Bad, yo) 

The Evil (Take the Evil with the Evil) 

Put 'em together (What? Nine-nine) 

Two times, Slim Shady, Royce da 5'9?