Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bad Meets Evil, artist - Eminem. Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bad Meets Evil |
| 20 years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over |
| Sheriffs couldn’t stop 'em |
| Quickest damn gun-slingers I’ve ever seen |
| Got murdered in cold-blood |
| That old saloon there was their little home away from home |
| They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern |
| And on a quiet night, you can still hear |
| The footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da 5'9″ |
| [Verse 1: Eminem & |
| Royce Da 5'9″ |
| I don’t speak, I float in the air, wrapped in a sheet |
| I’m not a real person, I’m a ghost trapped in a beat |
| I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph |
| And the noise is spread |
| Picked up and transmitted through Royce’s head (Uhh) |
| Trap him in his room, possess him and hoist his bed |
| 'Til the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead |
| Told him each one of his boys is dead ( |
| Ohh |
| I asked him to come to the dark side |
| He made a choice and said ( |
| Yo |
| Who hard? |
| Yo, I done heard worse |
| We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other |
| To see which one’ll swerve first |
| Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity |
| Holds that of a globe on top of nine other planets |
| Kissed the cheek of the Devil, intelligence level |
| Is hellier than treble peakin' on speakers in the ghetto |
| Dismissal, I’m not a fair man, disgraced the race of an atheist |
| Interceptin' missiles with my bare hands like a patriot |
| One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse |
| In my past life, when the black knight mounted the white horse |
| And stay over-worked, it’s like the Nazis and the Nation |
| Collaboratin', attemptin' to take over the Earth |
| [Chorus: Eminem & |
| Royce Da 5'9″ |
| 'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil |
| We hit the trees 'til we look like Vietnamese people |
| He’s Evil, and I’m Bad like Steve Seagal |
| Above the law 'cause I don’t agree with police either |
| Shit, me neither |
| We ain’t eager to be legal |
| So please leave me with the keys to your Jeep Eagle |
| I breathe ether in three lethal amounts |
| While I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle (Ahh) |
| Releasin' rage on anybody in squeezin' range |
| Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezin' rain |
| He’s insane |
| ) No I’m not, I just want to shoot up |
| And I’m pissed off, 'cause I can’t find a decent vein |
| The disaster with dreads, I’m bad enough to commit suicide |
| And survive long enough to kill my soul after I’m dead |
| When in danger, it’s funny, actually my flavor’s similar to a waiter |
| 'Cause I serve any stranger with money |
| I spray a hundred, man, until they joint chains |
| While slippin' bullets at point-blank range like they was punches |
| Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral |
| Service lobby and strangle your body to confirm it |
| Whippin' human ass, throwin' blows, crackin' jaws |
| With my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass |
| I’m blazin' emcees, at the same time amazin' emcees |
| Somehow, emcees ain’t that eyebrow-raisin' to me |
| From all of angles of us, flash a MAC loud enough |
| To cast a avalanche and bust 'til volcanoes erupt |
| Hello? |
| ( |
| Billy? |
| Ayo, what’s up? |
| ( |
| We’re comin' to get you |
| Stop, they know it’s us |
| [Verse 3: Eminem & |
| Royce Da 5'9″ |
| I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? |
| Uh-uh |
| I’m the one who burned your house down (Oh) |
| Well, I’m out now |
| Shit |
| And this time, I’m comin' back to blow your house up |
| And I ain’t gon' leave you with a window to jump out of |
| Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms |
| And you won’t see me, like fat people in steam rooms |
| And when I go to hell and I’m gettin' ready to leave |
| I’ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe |
| [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9″ & |
| Eminem |
| 'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil |
| And we hit the trees 'til we look like Vietnamese people |
| He’s Evil, and I’m Bad like Steve Seagal |
| Against peaceful, see you in Hell for the sequel |
| We’ll be waiting |
| ) See you in Hell ( |
| Uh-huh |
| Wall Street ( |
| Yup |
| ), Royce Da 5'9″, Slim Shady ( |
| Uh |
| See you in Hell for the sequel (Bye-bye) |
| Bad Meets Evil, what? |
| (Until next time) |
| And so, that’s the story of when Bad meets Evil |
| Two of the most wanted individuals in the county |
| Made Jesse James and Billy the Kid look like law-abiding citizens |
| It’s too bad they had to go out the way they did |
| Got shot in the back comin' out of that old saloon |
| But their spirits still live on 'til this day |
| Shh, wait, did y’all hear that? |