Bad Meets Evil - 12 Minute Freestyle lyrics

I'll shove a gun in your grill
Greasy and heated
Smothered in hot mustard so when I feed it
To you it's easy to eat it
You need to be immediately treated
While you're breathing
And you'll be leaving the receiving
Room this evening with Jesus
You hate on us? We'll be
Waiting on eight corners
Swarming your hood with a
Thousand angry skateboarders
I'll hop in a jeep and slam
On the gas and charge you
And bombard you in the car
That your mom bought you
Fuck around and get choked and
Found in a moat floating around, drowned
Faced down in a boat
I'll pile five dudes in a Pinto and
Pull-up to the Seven Mile drive through
At McDonald's and pile-drive you
I got the power to snatch a
Driver out of his Eddie Bauer
When it drives by me at 90 miles an hour
This place is my house
I might as well erase my face with white-out
Cause y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows

Walking 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
Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff
Precise aim, ice in my veins
Blowing your hand off
Dancing with the Devil leading - I won't die
I'm never leaving
I pledge allegiance to forever breathing
Street niggas with nuts
What? My meat's bigger
Fake-ass thugs with toy guns
And cheap triggers with a deathwish
Thinking 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
A follower never had heart, he just loyal
Thugs is glass doors, I see through them
Put the heat to them
Be careful you might get what you ask for
That's what you false ballers get
Mugged and gagged for
Your life flashing in front of
Your eyes in fast forward dearly departed
I don't even listen to artists
I'm pissing the farthest
And I'm also hitting the hardest
I'm very intelligent compare me to cameras
I flash, and shoot what I see
And steady developing
I fly you out of your whip
With one try of the trigger
Out of your clique
Ain't one nigga out of his shit
You gotta be kidding
Bring all of them niggas
They all gotta be hit quick
And they all gotta be hitten
It's not a game, and I ain't playing
Yo if I ain't lived it, did it, or seen it
Then I ain't saying
I put a hole right in your chest
Stick a knife in your soul
Then take your life after taking your death
I'm nice!
That ain't even counting the endless bars
Friends with scars
Wondering which Benz is ours
Pretending to ball could even be
The ending of y'all the minute you fall
My criminals will finish you off
I argue with no one
You got a gun? Alright show one
If you ain't got heart now
You ain't gon' just grow one

I'm keeping it raw
Illegal like Malik and Jamal
'Cause I don't believe in the law
Like I'm Steven Seagal
Flipping off the police while
I'm leaping a wall take a bunch of Tylenol
Then fall asleep in a mall
I got your little son
You'll be receiving a call
You're lucky this little punks
Still breathing at all
Fuck the world, this how I get even at y'all
Pop shit, get rolled up and leave in a ball
I hit you in your mouth and
Sink your teeth in your jaws
You won't be able to eat shit
Not even a malt this lethal assault
Is giving you a reason to stall
I'm cocking this deuce-deuce and
I'm squeezing it off
At the first burp and a fart
Sniffle a sneeze and a cough
Get your arm chewed off like
You was teasing a dog
I'm cold enough and hot enough
To freeze and unthaw i'll kick my girl out
In 10 degrees in her bra

I'm gonna give it to you straight this time
Lace this bong
Bring it to your face until the Jakes respond
Guard y'all shit
I don't care how hard y'all hit
I got cats with bats you
Wouldn't play hardball with
I splatter intestines quick
Before you can blast or handle your weapon
You'll get stabbed in a matter of seconds
We ain't worried about threats
Cause God got us we popping Cris
Y'all sipping Moet by-products
I ain't scared to die, let's blast
It's gonna be either
If you both die then your
Casket is gonna be deeper
Yo, you ain't a Don
You don't even know what beef is
What you competing with
Our hittin' make concrete give yo I came out
Naked at birth, making it worse
Making a verse sacred and shaking the Earth
Niggas got plenty opinions about Royce
But they ain't got a voice
I'm doper than them
So they ain't got a choice
Niggas be playing battle battle
Not understanding themselves
They babble babble that's why they
Stay on the shelves playing yourself
I'm promising threats to test y'all
Keep doing this rap shit until UPS calls
I see why you must hate me
I'm sharp enough to cut gravy
It's just crazy, niggas is such babies
Real as they come, dancing
Killing for fun, advancing
Healing my thumb, killing for fun
Cock, squeeze and make every
Nigga freeze in here stop breathing
There better be some cheese in here
If there's any MC's in here
I hope you read me clear
You seeing peace, beef with the C's in here
Yo you ain't fly
I got shit that you can't buy you can't lie
You drink St ides and fake high
Take pie, try to flip it
You don't nothing about that shit
If was you I wouldn't risk it

I wouldn't risk it
Rappers get hit with this verbal biscuit
Hey yo, yo yo yo yo
Keep the same beat, keep the same beat
Keep the same beat it goes like this yo
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid
Shit and diss people
Who ain't have shit to do with it
Like Cool J does you see me standing outside
Of your building screaming puffy is good
But Slim Shady is for the children!
I look at my life in a new light - fuck it
Give me two mics I write songs for
Me - fuck what you like
You're probably hear me rap half hearted
Cause I don't like rap anyway
I'm just trying to get
My porno career started
Every place and event (been there, done that)
Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went
Want a deal? Study these 5 chapters
Lesson one: Throw demos as hard as
You can at signed rappers
Lesson two: Face 'em and diss 'em
Don't give 'em a demo kidnap 'em
And make 'em come to your basement and listen
Lesson three: Get a job at a
Label switch demos with Canibus
And put yours on the owner's table
Lesson four: Know you heard this before:
"Hey let me get your number
I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like a fan - you wanna get signed?
Get the whitest A&R you can find
Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can
Lesson five: Get a hook-up at Jive
Dress up like ICP and have them
Come see you perform live
And that's the key
But when you see me on the street I ain't
Givin you shit bitch - don't
Even bother asking me
Toilet water splashes me right in
The ass when I'm spitting
Cause I'm always shitting when I'm
Rapping like Master P
Got a blowjob from Paula Jones
And stuffed it so far in her mouth
My balls broke both of her collarbones
Told Mya this shit was all about me ah
Gave Alyssa Milano syphillis
Mono and gonorrhea
And all three of my main girls said see ya
Cause Brandy and Monica walked in
And caught me fucking Aaliyah
I splish splash while I'm taking a bath
Grab a handful of pills, break em in half
Take em and laugh
White trash - fucking your wife in the ass
While you're out siphoning gas for your
Lawnmower to cut the grass

And it's like that, and it's like that

It don't stop 5-9, Slim Shady yo
The rap auctioneer
Spitting out double figures
For fans to repeat, handling heat
The Commander in Chief
I should've been banned from the streets
Flee after I stab an MC with twin crutches
You've been had by the phantom of beef
Release when the paper and pen touches
While y'all talking my venomous rap split's
Get your ass kicked punk
Your kind get offed often
80 niggas deep with heat at the mall walking
You'll either get shot with all barkers
Or get knocked upside your
Head with big blocks till you spit teeth
You're all soft and up shit's
Creek in a long coffin
I get work without a single fiend involved
I'm married to the mob, I mean for real
Ring and all basically that means I ain't
Your average rap nigga
You'll get slapped and thrown in
The back of an Ac (ura) bigger
With the latch cracked, trunk open
So you can look up at the stars
Fill your pockets with plastic explosives
Drive to cover, detonate the bomb
Blow you up with the car and
Flee the scene to cop another
Morph right into the physical
Form of your spirit in front of your eyes
And make you battle yourself
Like Shang Tsung with wisdom in the
Brilliance of a million disciples
Equipped with a right hook
To split a building
The pure repper of the African race
Sent here to knock you off your square
And put you back in your place
Babylon battalion
Holding your engineer ransom
For your master, so I can sabotage your album

Yo, weed lacer, '97 burgundy Blazer
Wanted for burglary
Had to ditch the Mercury Tracer
I’m on some loc shit
Some fed up with the being broke shit
I’m not to joke with, bitch
I don’t sell crack, i smoke it
Having a coke fit
Going through withdrawls daily
Shoot-up with mescaline in front of
My baby daughter Hailie my brain’s dusted
I’m disgusted at all my habit's
Too many aspirin tablets
Empty medicine cabinets
Losing battles to wack rappers cause
I’m always too blunted
Walking up in the cypher smoking
Talking about "Who want it?"
Thug and a crook every drug in
The book I’ve done it my 9’s at your brain
Is that you chain? Run it
Crews die from an overdosage
Of excessive flavor
Aggressive nature got me sticking you
For your Progressive pager
Spectacular, crystal-meth manufacturer
Stole your momma’s Acura, wrecked it
And sold it back to her
Boosting Nike jackets
Escaped from psychiatrics
Told the nurse to save my bed for me
I might be back bitch
So barricade your entrance
Put up some extra fences a woman beater
Wanted for repeated sex offenses
Chasing dips – take them
On long vacation trips
Kidnapping ‘em and trapping ‘em
In abusive relationships
Fuck up your face and lips
Slit your stomach and watch your gut split
Cut you with that razor that I
Use to shave my nuts with
Mama, don’t you cry, your son is too far gone
I’m so high
I don’t even know what label I’m on
I’m fucked up
I feel just like an overworked plumber
I’m sick of this shit
What’s Dr kevorkian’s phone number?

It's like this right? Bust it
You get laced by the gun
In case you try to run
Hatred on my face by the tongue
Get baked by the sun
Constructed of interplanetary rock and metal
Topping levels of combustion that's hot
Enough to stop the devil
Innovative flusher to enemies
The impact will be the generated
Destructive energy to flatten trees
Black, poised since birth
Birth? Tore the womb up
To hit the Earth like an asteroid
And blow the moon up
Trust me, I'm the epitome, you better bust me
Any nigga can say fuck me
And he gon' touch me
Smoking organic ganja inside of a stanza
Me and my man cypher with
Cans of volcanic lava
Man this is hot, I'm out of my shit
From the bottom I can leap out a
Bottomless pit and land at the top
Raw, that's what I came out here for
To raise and eclipse
And occasional trips to the beer store
And switch-up
The breed of MC to stick a bitch up
Bigger and speed to reach in the
Sea and pick a fish up
I'm fly against all laws of gravitation
I crushed all y'all
Now you want a collaboration
But fuck that, you stepped up
So I'm gonna fuck your rep up
Tear the rest up
With every joint that I press up
Handling heat and ammo, bullets passing me by
Challenging me to battle? Man
You asking to die narrow off niggas
Squeeze a grenade until it's dissolved
Bite the barrel of a revolver and spin it
Nigga forget it, I earned it
I kill you then come to your funeral
And strangle you to confirm it
Minds carry malaria, sick
Ask niggas who the best is
You'll hear 5-9 in every area
Crushing your head, hunting you dead
You ain't nice i battled you before
I don't remember nothing you said
You was wack
I was gonna quit on it till I thought
My dick is big enough for all of
Y'all niggas to get on it
Making you high off of the smoke
Often you're cold
Making y'all join that big Hip-Hop
Nation in the sky and it's easy believe me
You better have been fronting
When you said you was hot
Cause you couldn't please me if
You was begging me

Some people say I'm strange
I tell them ain't shit change
I'm still the same lame asshole
With a different name
Who came late to the last
Show with a different dame
Brain ate from the last O
That I sniffed of cane
You know you're spaced the fuck
Out like George Lucas
When your puke is turning
To yellowish-orange mucus
So when I grab a pencil
And squeeze it between fingers
I'm not a rapper
I'm a demon who speaks English freak genius
Too extreme for the weak and squeemish
Burn you alive till you
Screaming to be extinguished
Cause when I drop the science
Motherfuckers tell me to stop the violence
Start a fire and block the hydrants
I'm just a mean person
You never seen worse than
So when Slim gets this M-16 bursting
You getting spun backwards like every
Word of obscene cursing
On the B-side of my first
Single with the clean version
Stopping your short life when you
Still a teen virgin
Unless you get a kidney specialist
And a spleen surgeon
In the best hospital possible
For emergency surgery
To try to stop the blood
From your ruptured sternum internally
I'll take it back before we
Knew each others' name
Run in the ultrasound and snatch
You out your mother's frame
I'll take it further back than that
Back to Lovers Lane
To the night you were thought of
And cock block your father's game
I'll plead the fifth like
My jaws were muzzled
So suck my dick while I take a
Shit and do this crossword puzzle
And when I'm down with ten seconds
Left in the whole bout
I'm gonna throw a head-butt so hard
It'll knock us both out