Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Bad Meets Evil (Eminem and Royce the 5-9Название : Nuttin` to DoДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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[Em] The Bad.. [Royce] Yeah.. [Em] The Evil.. [Royce] Right, yo [Em] put em together Chorus: Royce the 5-9, Eminem [Royce] Yo if it wasn`t for your whip, I`d have nothin to strip [Em] If it wasn`t for a wrist, I`d have nothin to slit If it wasn`t for the shrooms, I`d have nothin to chew [Royce] Yo.. [both] I`m just fuckin with you, cause I got nothin to do [Eminem] I am bored!!!!! I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed orders Ate hors d`oeuvres, and hit the waiter with plate warmers *crash sound* Let you inhale the glock smell, while I`m rippin your wallet off and slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R in the face *punch sound* Smash his glasses and turn em to contacts I`m on some shook shit, if it`s missin I took it (whoops!) Nurse look at this straightjacket, it`s crooked! I go to jail and murder you from a cell Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx) So how do you describe someone, with a decapitated head when the rest of his body`s still alive RUNNIN? [Royce] Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive-by So when you see the black 500 (what?) hide from it For every hundred MC`s rhymin about birds only about two-thirds`d really set it without words Yo you ain`t a thug, I can make you bitch up Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it`s rainin slugs (what?) I`m the hottest shit in the industry (uh) I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defendin me You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half You know how a thug in this shit`ll end up Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm up Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and bible Chorus: 2X [Eminem] *yawns* Forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated it takes six minutes to get applause (yay) And by the time you all catch on, I`ma end your career and walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on! I`ll throw you off of ten floors .. *AHHHHHHH* Pull a fuckin headache outta my head, and put it in yours (take this) I`m indoors, waitin for this acid to seep in my skin pores to go outdoors and do some in-stores This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen. You swallow cum bitch?" "No, but I brought a napkin" Gettin skullie while I`m autographin Got my daughter laughin cause I sent her mother whitewater raftin I`m not a fact, I`ma proven fear Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screamin, "Wait, wait, wait.. you ain`t movin here!" Lorena Bobbitt, c`mere, want a souveneir? I`ve been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer Juvenile? Same difference -- I need some `caine cause I ain`t sniffed since I woke up the seven slain infants (Oh my God!) Brain implants and they say there`s a slim chance I won`t stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz` [Royce] Walkin in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug To break braces, you say grace and make faces I`ll display hate and break you in eight places (what?) Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff Precise aim, icin my fame, blowin your hand off Dancin with the Devil leadin - I won`t die, I`m never leavin (what?) I pledge allegiance to forever breathin Street niggaz with nuts, what? My meat`s bigger (what?) Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers with a deathwish, thinkin I`m the nigga to mess with Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what?) A follower never had heart, he just loyal Thugs is glass doors, I see through em, put the heat to em Be careful you might get what you ask for Chorus 2X [Em] The Bad.. the Evil.. The Bad.. the Evil.. | Похожие исполнители: |
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