Lyrics
«whats your favorite scary movie? «yo, slim shady!
yo, royce 5−9
yall wanna make a movie?
what.
we got the film right here
What?
Yeah Im 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
Mcs get stuck, head first back in they mothers womb
This shit is written, in my eyes Im 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 yall 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 cant 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 yall 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 ima spit thunder (what?) stick to my guns
Niggaz is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? big balls, thats why when I spit, your clique stalls
Ima pit bull, Im just dog, Im just raw (what?)
Split yall, holla, «its on!"then I diss yall
All of yall niggaz get pissed on claimin you pissed off
Chorus: eminem and royce (repeat 2x)
Yall 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 The one man on the planet thatll 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 itll look like an invisible man standin
Im headed for hell, Id rather be dead or in jail
Bill clinton, hit this, 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 I might gain
You rap knowin you wack
You act up and Im throwin you down a flight of steps
Then Im throwin you back up em If they dont 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!)
Im sicker than a tupac dedication to biggie
Im free-fallin feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest till you cant breathe
And when Im down to my last breath
Ima climb the empire state building and get to the last step
And still laugh half bent
bad. the bad.
uhh, when the bad meets the bad. yo.
the evil
take the evil with the evil
put em together
what? nine-nine
two times. slim shady. royce the five nine