[Intro: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"]
[Royce Da 5'9":] What? Uhh!
[Eminem:] The Bad...
[Royce Da 5'9":] Yeah!
[Eminem:] The Evil!
[Royce Da 5'9":] Right, yo!
[Eminem:] Put 'em together...
[Chorus: Royce De 5'9' & Eminem]
[Royce Da 5'9":] Yo if it wasn't for your whip I'd have nuttin' to strip
[Eminem:] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nuttin' to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nuttin' to chew [½Yo! ½]
[Both:] I'm just fuckin' with you, cause I got nuttin' to do
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]
Let you inhale the Glock smell, while I'm rippin' your wallet off
And slippin' a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that!)
Burnin' your contracts, punch your A&R in the face [punch]
Smash his glasses and turn 'em to contacts (Sssssh!)
I'm on some shook shit, if it's missin' I took it (whoops!)
Nurse look at this straight-jacket, 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 Da 5'9":]
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 bitch up
Pick the 5th 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' 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 shit'll end up
Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, 10 down and 10 up (what?)
I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna 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
[yawns] Forget a chorus - my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause (yay)
And by the time you all catch on, I'm a end your career
And walk away with the whole floor so you have nuttin' to fall back on!
I'll throw you off of ten floors... (AHHHHHHH!)
Pull a fuckin' headache outta my head, and put it in yours (take this!)
I'm indoors, waitin' for this acid to seep in my skin pores
To go outdoors and do some in-stores
This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, ½It oughta happen.
You swallow cum bitch? ½ [Girl: "No, but I brought a napkin'"]
Gettin' skullie while I'm autographin'
Got my daughter laughin' cause I sent her mother Withewater raftin'
I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear
Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screamin',
"Wait! Wait! Wait!... you ain't movin' here! "
Lorena Bobbet, c'mere, want a souveneir?
I've been high as fuck, 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 Da 5'9":]
Walkin' in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood
Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug
To break braces, (what?) you say grace and make faces
I'll display hate and break you in eight places (what?)