Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Reunion, artist - Bad Meets Evil. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Reunion |
| Ay, you |
| This next song, is a true story |
| (Come here bitch!) |
| Cause some things in this universe, don’t make sense |
| But somehow always seem to fuckin' work |
| Driving down I-75, about to hop on 696 |
| I look over, this fucking chick’s tryina' fix |
| Her makeup, I’m like bitch? |
| You ain’t a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor |
| I’m getting kinda ticked, you’re blocking my side mirror |
| She’s like yeah? |
| so? |
| I’m like so? |
| You gon' need a stich you keep actin' like that, ho |
| I look like your husband slut? |
| That’s a rhetorical question |
| You talk to me like you talk to him, I’ll fuck you up |
| In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates |
| No bitch rides shotgun, what? |
| Taxi? |
| Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up? |
| Is that what you actually ask me? |
| Bitch reaches over and smacks me |
| And says I annoy the fuck outta her |
| Get in the fucking back, put on your slut powder |
| You slut, what? |
| Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt |
| Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her |
| And she heard me spreading aids rumors about her |
| Turn the radio up louder, make it thump |
| While I bump that Relapse CD, tryin’a hit every bump |
| And that cunt thought I snapped back in to accents |
| Cause she kept asking me to stop callin' her CUNT |
| I SAID THAT CANT |
| She said, Marshall you ain’t really like that, oh oh oh |
| You puttin on a show where’s your mic at |
| Cause you’re breaking my heart, she said you’re breaking my heart |
| Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto |
| While Marshall’s at a white trash party, I’m at drama central |
| I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin' |
| I’m feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin' |
| I get approached by this little skeeser |
| She asked me if I’m the realest G, cause I’m Gucci from head to feet |
| I said, yeah, I’m really is, cause I spit in your man’s face |
| Like Cam did, that little kid from Killin season |
| She said I’m feeling a bit of ego |
| Wait, am I talking wrong? |
| I said nah, I’m a walking Kanye/Beyonce song. |
| She said I’m mad at you, I said why? |
| She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it’s hard to do? |
| I said I make songs for me, leave the studio |
| And go and fuck the bitch who belong to who makin songs for you |
| She said I’m feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up? |
| I said, um, you just used the word swagger so NO |
| We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I’m fucking hunchback |
| Where the fuck’s this party at slutbag cunt? |
| Cut what act? |
| Think it’s an act? |
| Fuck that, I’m tryina' shack skuzz finest loveshack |
| Or somewhere to fuck at, eh? |
| Don’t touch that |
| You fat dyke, I’m tryina hear some Bagpipes from Bagdhad |
| Don’t act like you don’t like em', them accents |
| I rap tight, and I’mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah that’s right |
| Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke |
| Better hit that map right, read them directions |
| Oh yeah you can’t read, and you can’t write |
| Told me that last night, she took my CD out the deck |
| Snapped in half like, Relapse sucked |
| I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the light |
| Spun out, hit a patch of black ice |
| Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back |
| We jackknifed, bitch flew out of the car |
| I laughed like, she deserved it |
| She didn’t think I’d act like that in person |
| (Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!) |
| Tell him I’ll be there in a minute, I’m tryina break up this cat fight |
| Between my mistress and my damn wife |
| Then a chick wanted a hug, but she was fat |
| So I gave her dap and told her to scat |
| I’m not mean, I’m cute |
| On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route |
| To avoid this chick with a lace front |
| Lookin' like Venus and Serena’s hooves |
| I’m jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive |
| Hope when they see me they don’t slap me with they tennis rackets |
| My mind drifted back to this shit |
| I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress |
| Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis |
| Then I step out and see my evil twin |
| He gives me an evil grin |
| He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses |
| Looks at me twisted, like Nickel «yeah watch this shit!» |
| He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with |
| Looks back to mention, «Royce, it’s good to be back to business» |
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