Welcome 2 Hell Lyrics - Bad Meets Evil: Hell The Sequel - Eminem

Yeah, told you we'd be back 

Welcome 2 Hell 

There's a switch, I flip, emotions cut off 

So cold I done froze my butt off 

And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet 

It's like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck all 

Other words I didn't put a dent in the game compared 

To the damage I've yet to do 

Long as you still have feelings to hurt 

I'll be around as long as you let me get to you 

Long as I got two balls to palm 

I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm 

Get scared little pissants 

And see if I don't come along and stomp your farm 

Thunder and lightning, rain, hail 

Sleet with a tornado's the kind of brainstorm I get 

So when the wind starts blowing, shit 

Talking about going in? Going insane is more like it 

Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it 

Like a disastrous blizzard 

So you better listen quick fast don't miss it 

Yeah, go ahead little prick bastard, diss it 

But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow 

Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it 

Just know, that all he knows is this 

It's better to kick ass than kiss it 

Dick dastardly of audacity 

Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped 

But it can't be, but man I can't just keep 

Doing them like that or no one will rap with me 

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Except one, you asked who is it? 

Guess who just came through the blast, you bitches 

With the ratchet, the book of Matthew 

A book of matches, lighting them under white linen 

You about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic 

Asked you to spit it, you got handed your own ass 

Your ass in your own hands, I'm sure they gon' laugh 

When you're going to the bathroom with it 

Now with what would you come against us 

Better be something with a big foot pedigree 

Easily these are the reasons 

That we need to be in your prayers 

Each region breeds some MCs that wanna be 

Which means they wanna breath our air 

With these ideas, anybody thinkin' 

That the game don't need, the Bad and the Evil regime 

That's like saying that bad boy Piston team didn't need Isaiah 

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Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs 

I swear, better be aware, there's too much at stake 

And to find someone this raw on a beat is rare 

You can kiss my ass and the shit stains on my underwear that I don't even wear 

This gotta be no fair 

This like hittin' the lottery, oh yeah 

Who you know hotter there gotta be no pair 

Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair 

Classic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep it 

And perhaps you'll have no rebuttalin' 

In fact, you seein' me in this rap 

And it's like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan 

Back to bash her skull again 

Push a bitch out the Aspen until I get the fuck out of Dodge (Dodge Aspen) 

Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors 

You has-beens are duller than color books that ain't colored in 

Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win 

Here they come again, none other than, Bad and Evil 

Also known as Saddam and Osama Bin 

It's been a long time 

But I bet neither one of us have felt sicker than we do right now 

And we only get iller with time 

Me and Nickel fucking shit up on the dime so tellin' us to pipe down 

It's like talking to a meth head 

Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection 

Fighting it while he's watching internet porn 

About to meet his death with an erection 

My God, what I mean is 

David Carradine jacking his penis in front of his tripod 

Choking his own neck, what part you don't get? 

I'm saying I die hard 

When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the F-I-R (E) 

Comin' out your iPod (we) come up in a place 

Chicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin' white walls 

Got your mother suckin' my balls 

(While we) fuck each other (we) punch each other in the eyeballs 

And I never say I'm sor (ry, the Five-Nine and the) Fire Marshall 

(We) spit with an intensity to shut shit down (in the industry 

Two different entities, with a propensity 

To put these N-U-T-S up inside of your fucking mouth 

Welcome to the CD