Bad Meets Evil - The Reunion lyrics
[Bad Meets Evil - The Reunion lyrics]
Ayo (Ayy) , this next song (This next song) is a true story (Is a true story, Come here, bitch, Ah)
'Cause some things in this
Universe don't make sense
But somehow always seem to fuckin' work
Flying down I75, 'bout to hop on 696
I look over
This fuckin' chick's tryin' to fix
Her makeup, I'm like, "Bitch
You ain't a plastic surgeon
I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm gettin' kinda ticked
You're blockin' my side mirror
" she's like, "yeah, so?"
I'm like, "So? You gon' need a
Stitch you keep acting 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? Smack
Bitch reaches over and smacks me
Says I annoy the fuck out her
Get the fuckin' bag
Put on your slut powder, you slut, what?
And shut the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick when
I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreadin'
AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD
Tryin' to hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I snapped back into accents
'Cause she kept asking me to
Quit calling her "cunt"
I said, "I can't!" She said
Marshall, you ain't really like that, oh, oh
Oh you're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' my heart (She said)
You're breakin' my heart (Heart, 'cause)
'Cause you ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh
You're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' my heart
She said, you're breakin' 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 walk up in there lookin'
At my phone, on Twitter, tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches
Looking at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little skeezer
She asked me am I the realest G? 'Cause I'm
Gucci from head to feet
I said, "yeah, I'm really is
'cause I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did that little
Kid on Killin' Season"
She said, "I'm feelin' your big ego, wait
Am I talkin' wrong?"
I said, "Nah, I'm a walkin' Kanye
Beyoncé 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 belong to
Who making songs for you" she said
"I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow
Can we hook up?" I said, "Umm
You just used the word swagger
So, no!" She said
You ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh
You're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' my heart (She said)
You're breakin' my heart (Heart, 'cause)
'Cause you ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh
You're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' my heart
She said, you're breakin' my heart
We been riding around in this
Hatchback 'til I'm fuckin' hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at
Slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that
I'm tryin' to shag, skuzz
Better find this love shack or
Somewhere to fuck at
Ah, don't touch that, you fat dyke!
I'm tryin' to hear some
"Bagpipes from Baghdad"
Don't act like you don't
Like 'em, them accents, i rap tight
And I'mma torture you 'til we find this place
(Oh) , yeah, that's right
Thought it was just past this light
And just past Van Dyke
Better hit that map light
Read them directions, oh yeah
You can't read, and you can't write
You told me that last night
She took my CD out the deck
Snapped it in half like snap
"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 (Ah)
Bitch flew out 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 glass breaks
I'm tryna break up this catfight
Between my mistress and damn wife
Then a chick wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her dap
Then I tell her to scat, I'm not mean
I'm cute smooch on my way to the front door
Takin' the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus's and Serena's hooves
I'm just sayin', them chicks got horse asses
They been attractive hope when they see me
They don't slap me with they tennis racquets
My mind drifted, back to this
Shit: I see my wife, push her down
Step over her body
Then smack the mistress smack
Police outside
I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil twin
He gives me an evil grin (Ugh)
He mugs the mistress, turns around
And gives the missus hugs and kisses smooches
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel
("yeah, watch this shit")
He smacks the dentures out of the mouth
Of the fat bitch he rolled with
And looks back to mention
"Royce, it's good to be back to business!"
(Haha)
They said, you ain't really
Like that, oh, oh, oh
You're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' our hearts (They said)
You're breakin' our hearts (Hearts, 'cause)
'Cause you ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh
You're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' our hearts
They said, you're breakin' our hearts
'Cause some things in this
Universe don't make sense
But somehow always seem to fuckin' work
Flying down I75, 'bout to hop on 696
I look over
This fuckin' chick's tryin' to fix
Her makeup, I'm like, "Bitch
You ain't a plastic surgeon
I advise ya to put up your visor
I'm gettin' kinda ticked
You're blockin' my side mirror
" she's like, "yeah, so?"
I'm like, "So? You gon' need a
Stitch you keep acting 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? Smack
Bitch reaches over and smacks me
Says I annoy the fuck out her
Get the fuckin' bag
Put on your slut powder, you slut, what?
And shut the fuck up now
Or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick when
I accidentally butt dialed her
And she heard me spreadin'
AIDS rumors about her
Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD
Tryin' to hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I snapped back into accents
'Cause she kept asking me to
Quit calling her "cunt"
I said, "I can't!" She said
Marshall, you ain't really like that, oh, oh
Oh you're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' my heart (She said)
You're breakin' my heart (Heart, 'cause)
'Cause you ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh
You're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' my heart
She said, you're breakin' 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 walk up in there lookin'
At my phone, on Twitter, tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches
Looking at a nigga, cheesin'
I get approached by this little skeezer
She asked me am I the realest G? 'Cause I'm
Gucci from head to feet
I said, "yeah, I'm really is
'cause I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did that little
Kid on Killin' Season"
She said, "I'm feelin' your big ego, wait
Am I talkin' wrong?"
I said, "Nah, I'm a walkin' Kanye
Beyoncé 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 belong to
Who making songs for you" she said
"I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow
Can we hook up?" I said, "Umm
You just used the word swagger
So, no!" She said
You ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh
You're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' my heart (She said)
You're breakin' my heart (Heart, 'cause)
'Cause you ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh
You're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' my heart
She said, you're breakin' my heart
We been riding around in this
Hatchback 'til I'm fuckin' hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at
Slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that
I'm tryin' to shag, skuzz
Better find this love shack or
Somewhere to fuck at
Ah, don't touch that, you fat dyke!
I'm tryin' to hear some
"Bagpipes from Baghdad"
Don't act like you don't
Like 'em, them accents, i rap tight
And I'mma torture you 'til we find this place
(Oh) , yeah, that's right
Thought it was just past this light
And just past Van Dyke
Better hit that map light
Read them directions, oh yeah
You can't read, and you can't write
You told me that last night
She took my CD out the deck
Snapped it in half like snap
"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 (Ah)
Bitch flew out 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 glass breaks
I'm tryna break up this catfight
Between my mistress and damn wife
Then a chick wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her dap
Then I tell her to scat, I'm not mean
I'm cute smooch on my way to the front door
Takin' the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus's and Serena's hooves
I'm just sayin', them chicks got horse asses
They been attractive hope when they see me
They don't slap me with they tennis racquets
My mind drifted, back to this
Shit: I see my wife, push her down
Step over her body
Then smack the mistress smack
Police outside
I turn and pass the gat to Vishis
Then I step out and see my evil twin
He gives me an evil grin (Ugh)
He mugs the mistress, turns around
And gives the missus hugs and kisses smooches
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel
("yeah, watch this shit")
He smacks the dentures out of the mouth
Of the fat bitch he rolled with
And looks back to mention
"Royce, it's good to be back to business!"
(Haha)
They said, you ain't really
Like that, oh, oh, oh
You're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' our hearts (They said)
You're breakin' our hearts (Hearts, 'cause)
'Cause you ain't really like that, oh, oh, oh
You're puttin' on a show
Where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' our hearts
They said, you're breakin' our hearts