Scary Movies (Bad Meets Evil)

"What's your favorite scary movie?" [Em] Yo, Slim Shady! [R5] Yo, Royce 5-9 [Em] Y'all wanna make a movie? [R5] What.. [Em] We got the film right here [Royce] What? Yeah I'm one of them pretty rappers Buck if I really hafta, I really slap ya King of Detroit who they namin the city after (what?) Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard shit into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start with experts, Bad and Evil is comin soon MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin (what?) Leavin all of you cats shittin kittens I gotta diss you, my niggaz be cockin pistols Shot and split you, fuck splittin the profits with you (what?) Six percent, of y'all niggaz is just pretend Clicks with clits, pussy niggaz stink with dicks (what?) Niggaz act bully, and blast for the fast penny My auto is fully, plenty of niggaz packin semi Speak darts; yo you get paid? Rhymin about it is the sweet part You can't be street smart with a cheap heart Five Nine, a street nigga with deep feelin (what?) I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin (what?) Fuck rap, a lot of y'all all is just acts Trust that - you rhyme all wack on rough tracks Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at And I'ma spit thunder (what?) stick to my guns Niggaz is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls I'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (what?) Split y'all, holla, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all All of y'all niggaz get pissed on claimin you pissed off [Chorus x2: Eminem and Royce] Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin in with they team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it [Eminem] The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin Any man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothes so fast it'll look like an invisible man standin I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail Bill Clinton, hit this (here) and you better inhale Cause any MC that chooses to go against me is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me alone!) Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed Screamin to Aunt Peg (AUNT PEG!!!!) with three spokes stickin out of my pant leg Fuck a headache, give me a migraine Damnit I like pain (AHH!) and you should be anywhere that a mic ain't You rap knowin you wack You act up and I'm throwin you down a flight of steps then I'm throwin you back up em If they don't like the track, fuck em The rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on And any half-assed known rapper to trespass better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch (Ding! Ding!) So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (Hurry up man!) I'm sicker than a Tupac dedication to Biggie I'm free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree to stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe And when I'm down to my last breath I'ma climb the Empire State Building and get to the last step and still have half left [Chorus] [Em] Bad.. the bad.. [R5] Uhh, when the bad meets the bad.. yo.. [Em] The evil [R5] Take the evil with the evil [Em] Put em together [R5] What? Nine-nine [Em] Two times.. Slim Shady.. Royce the Five Nine