| What? Uhh. |
| The Bad. |
| Yeah. |
| The Evil. |
| Right, yo |
| put em together |
| Chorus: Royce the 5−9, Eminem |
| Yo if it wasn’t for your whip, I’d have nothin to strip |
| If it wasn’t for a wrist, I’d have nothin to slit |
| If it wasn’t for the shrooms, I’d have nothin to chew |
| Yo. |
| I’m just fuckin with you, cause I got nothin 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 sound* |
| 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 sound* |
| Smash his glasses and turn em to contacts |
| I’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 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? |
| 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 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 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, ten down and ten 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 |
| Chorus: 2X |
| it takes six minutes to get applause (yay) |
| And by the time you all catch on, I’ma end your career |
| and 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 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, «It oughta happen. |
| You swallow cum bitch?» «No, but I brought a napkin» |
| Gettin skullie while I’m autographin |
| Got my daughter laughin cause I sent her mother whitewater raftin |
| I’m not a fact, I’ma proven fear |
| Mr. 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 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' |
| Walkin in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood |
| Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug |
| To break braces, you say grace and make faces |
| I’ll display hate and break you in eight places (what?) |
| Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff |
| Precise aim, icin my fame, blowin your hand off |
| Dancin with the Devil leadin — I won’t die, I’m never leavin (what?) |
| I pledge allegiance to forever breathin |
| Street niggaz with nuts, what? My meat’s bigger (what?) |
| Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers |
| with a deathwish, thinkin I’m the nigga to mess with |
| Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace |
| For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what?) |
| A follower never had heart, he just loyal |
| Thugs is glass doors, I see through em, put the heat to em |
| Be careful you might get what you ask for |
| Chorus 2X |
| The Bad. the Evil. |
| The Bad. the Evil. |