Bad Meets Evil

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

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

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?