Bad Meets Evil Lyrics - Slim Shady Lp - Eminem

I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts 

You know, there's a story behind that there saloon 

Twenty 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" 

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 a noise is spread, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head 

Trap him in his room, possess him and hoist his bed 

Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead 

Told him each one of his boys is dead 

I asked him to come to the dark side 

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He made a choice and said 

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 peaking on speakers in the ghetto 

Dismissal, I'm not a fair man 

Disgraced the race of an atheist 

Intercepting 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 collaborating attempting to take over the Earth 

'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil 

And we hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people 

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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 

Releasing rage on anybody in squeezing range 

Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezing 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 slipping 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 

Whipping human ass, throwing blows, cracking jaws 

With my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass 

I'm blazing MCs, at the same time amazing MCs 

Somehow, MCs ain't that eyebrow-raising to me 

From all of angles of us, flash a Mack loud enough 

To cast a avalanche and bust till volcanoes erupt 

Hello? 

Ayo, what's up? 

We're coming to get you! 

Stop! They know it's us! 

I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? 

I'm the one who burned your house down, well I'm out now 

And this time I'm coming back to blow your house up 

And I ain't gon' leave you 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 getting ready to leave 

I'ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe 

'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil 

And we hit the trees till 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 

Wall Street, Royce Da 5'9", Slim Shady 

See you in hell for the sequel 

Bad Meets Evil, what 

Till next time 

And so that's the story 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 coming out of that old saloon 

But their spirits still live on till this day 

Shhh... 

Wait, did y'all hear that?