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