paroles de chanson Scary Movies (radio version) - Bad Meets Evil
What′s
your
favorite
scary
movie?
Yo,
Slim
Shady!
Yo,
Royce
5-9
Y'all
wanna
make
a
movie?
What.
We
got
the
film
right
here
What?
Yeah
I′m
one
of
them
pretty
rappers
Buck
if
I
really
hafta,
I
really
slap
ya
King
of
Detroit
who
they
namin
the
city
after
(what?)
Scandalous
partners,
whose
grammar
hammers
the
hard
shit
Into
your
heart
with,
content,
yo
who
wanna
start
with
Experts,
Bad
and
Evil
is
comin
soon
MC's
get
stuck,
head
first
back
in
they
mother's
womb
This
shit
is
written,
in
my
eyes
I′m
the
illest
MC
spittin
(what?)
Leavin
all
of
you
cats
shittin
kittens
I
gotta
diss
you,
my
niggaz
be
cockin
pistols
Shot
and
split
you,
fuck
splittin
the
profits
with
you
(what?)
Six
percent,
of
y′all
niggaz
is
just
pretend
Clicks
with
clits,
pussy
niggaz
stink
with
dicks
(what?)
Niggaz
act
bully,
and
blast
for
the
fast
penny
My
auto
is
fully,
plenty
of
niggaz
packin
semi
Speak
darts;
yo
you
get
paid?
Rhymin
about
it
is
the
sweet
part
You
can't
be
street
smart
with
a
cheap
heart
Five
Nine,
a
street
nigga
with
deep
feelin
(what?)
I
keep
illin,
my
steez
willin
to
keep
killin
(what?)
Fuck
rap,
a
lot
of
y′all
all
is
just
acts
Trust
that
- you
rhyme
all
wack
on
rough
tracks
Bust
and
then
we
all
black
when
you
get
bust
back
at
Fuck
that,
you
get
blast
at,
you
get
laughed
at
And
I'ma
spit
thunder
(what?)
stick
to
my
guns
Niggaz
is
finished
before
they
gimmicks,
one-hit
wonders
What?
Big
balls,
that′s
why
when
I
spit,
your
clique
stalls
I'ma
pit
bull,
I′m
just
dog,
I'm
just
raw
(what?)
Split
y'all,
holla,
"It′s
on!"
Then
I
diss
y′all
All
of
y'all
niggaz
get
pissed
on
claimin
you
pissed
off
Y′all
want
drama?
Wanna
make
a
scary
movie?
Rappers
comin
in
with
they
team
and
carry
toolies
You
can
jump
right
out
of
the
screen
and
barely
move
me
We
hard-hittin,
directin
and
starrin
in
it
Y'all
want
drama?
Wanna
make
a
scary
movie?
Rappers
comin
in
with
they
team
and
carry
toolies
You
can
jump
right
out
of
the
screen
and
barely
move
me
We
hard-hittin,
directin
and
starrin
in
it
The
one
man
on
the
planet
that′ll
drive
off
of
the
Grand
Canyon
Hop
out
of
a
Grand
Am
and
land
in
it
handstandin
Any
man
plannin
to
battle
will
get
snatched
out
of
his
clothes
So
fast
it'll
look
like
an
invisible
man
standin
I′m
headed
for
Hell,
I'd
rather
be
dead
or
in
jail
Bill
Clinton,
hit
this,
and
you
better
inhale
Cause
any
MC
that
chooses
to
go
against
me
Is
gettin
takin
advantage
of
like
Monica
Lewinksy
(Leave
me
alone!)
Came
home
in
a
frenzy,
pushin
a
ten
speed
Screamin
to
Aunt
Peg
(AUNT
PEG!)
With
three
spokes
stickin
out
of
my
pant
leg
Fuck
a
headache,
give
me
a
migraine
Damnit
I
like
pain
(AHH!)
And
you
should
be
anywhere
that
I
might
gain
You
rap
knowin
you
wack
You
act
up
and
I'm
throwin
you
down
a
flight
of
steps
Then
I′m
throwin
you
back
up
em
If
they
don′t
like
the
track,
fuck
em
The
rap
struck
em
harder
then
gettin
hit
by
a
Mack
truck
And
then
backed
up
on
And
any
half-assed
known
rapper
to
trespass
Better
be
ready
for
the
second
Celebrity
Deathmatch
(Ding!
Ding!)
So
tell
the
medic
to
bring
the
medication
and
quickly
(Hurry
up
man!)
I'm
sicker
than
a
Tupac
dedication
to
Biggie
I′m
free-fallin
feet
first
out
of
a
damn
tree
To
stampede
your
chest
till
you
can't
breathe
And
when
I′m
down
to
my
last
breath
I'ma
climb
the
Empire
State
Building
and
get
to
the
last
step
And
still
laugh
half
bent
Y′all
want
drama?
Wanna
make
a
scary
movie?
Rappers
comin
in
with
they
team
and
carry
toolies
You
can
jump
right
out
of
the
screen
and
barely
move
me
We
hard-hittin,
directin
and
starrin
in
it
Y'all
want
drama?
Wanna
make
a
scary
movie?
Rappers
comin
in
with
they
team
and
carry
toolies
You
can
jump
right
out
of
the
screen
and
barely
move
me
We
hard-hittin,
directin
and
starrin
in
it
Bad.
the
bad.
Uhh,
when
the
bad
meets
the
bad.
yo.
The
evil
Take
the
evil
with
the
evil
Put
em
together
What?
Nine-nine
Two
times.
Slim
Shady.
Royce
the
Five
Nine
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