The Reunion Lyrics - Bad Meets Evil: Hell The Sequel - Eminem

Ayo, this next song, is a true story (Come here, bitch!) 

Cause some things in this universe 

Don't make sense but somehow (Always seem to fuckin' work) 

Flying down I-75 'bout to hop on 696 

I look over this fucking chick's tryna fix her makeup 

I'm like bitch, you ain't a plastic surgeon 

I advise ya to put up your visor, I'm getting kinda ticked 

You're blocking my side mirror, she's like yeah, so? I'm like so? 

You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho 

I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question 

You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up 

In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates 

No bitch rides shotgun, what taxi? 

Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that what you actually ask me? 

Bitch reaches over and smacks me 

And says I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the fucking back 

Put on your slut powder, you slut, what? Shut the fuck up now 

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Or get your feelings hurt, worse than my last chick when 

I accidentally butt dialed her and she heard me spreading AIDS rumors about her 

Turn the radio up louder, make it thump 

While I bump that Relapse CD, tryna hit every bump in that cunt 

Thought I snap back in that accent cause she kept asking me 

To quit callin' her cunt, I said that I cunt! she said, Marshall 

You ain't really like that, oh-oh-oh 

You're putting on a show, where's your mic at? 

Cause you're breaking my heart 

She said you're breaking my heart 

Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto 

While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central 

I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin' 

I get approached by this little skeeser 

She asked me am I the realest G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet 

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I said, yeah, I'm really is cause I spit in your man's face 

Like Cam did that little kid on Killing Season 

She said I'm feeling your big ego, wait, am I talking wrong? 

I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song 

She said I'm mad at you, I said why? 

She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do? 

I said I make songs for me, leave the studio 

And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to who makin' songs for you 

She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we up? 

I said, umm, you just used the word swagger, so no, she said 

We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'til I'm fucking hunchback 

Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act? 

Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryna shag scuz 

Better find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at, ah, don't touch that 

You fat dyke, I'm tryna hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad 

Don't act like you don't like 'em, them accents, I rap tight 

And I'm a torture 'til we find this place, yeah that's right 

Thought it was just past this light, just past Van Dyke 

Better hit that map light, read them directions, oh yeah 

You can't read and you can't write, told me that last night 

She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half like 

Relapse sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like 

Blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of black ice 

Forgot we had a trailer hitched to the back, we jackknifed 

Bitch flew out of the car, I laughed like, she deserved it 

She didn't think I'd act like that in person 

(Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!) 

Tell him I'll be there in a minute 

I'm tryna break up this cat fight between my mistress and damn wife 

Then a chick wanted a hug, she was phat 

So I gave her dat then I tell her to scat, I'm not mean, I'm cute 

On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route 

To avoid this chick with a lace front lookin' like Venus and Serena's hooves 

I'm just sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive 

Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets 

My mind drifted, back to this shit 

I seen my wife, push her down, step over her body and smack the mistress 

Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis 

Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me evil grin 

He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses 

Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, watch this shit" 

He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with 

And Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"