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Eminem、Royche da 5'9' - Nuttin' To Do
What
Uh
The bad
Yeah
The evil
The bad the evil
Put 'em together
If it wasn't for your whip I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just f**king with you 'cause I got nothing to do
I came in the diner with skateboarders and placed orders
Ate hors d'œuvres and hit the waiter with plate warmers
Let you inhale the glock smell while I'm ripping your wallet off
And slipping a Molotov in your Cocktail
Burning your contracts punch your AR in the face
Smash his glasses and turn 'em to contacts
I'm on some Suge sh*t if it's missing I took it
Nurse look at this straitjacket 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
So how do you describe someone with a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive running
Coming with five gunmen waiting to do a drive by
So when you see the black 500 hide from it
For every hundred emcees rhyming about birds
Only about two thirds really said it without words
Yo you ain't a thug I can make you b**ch up
Pick the fifth up cock spit
You would swear it's raining slugs
I'm the hottest sh*t in the industry
I got every thug on the block
That get a wind of me defending 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 sh*t'll end up
Spit a round lift your chin up
You get hit ten down and ten up
I take it if you run your mouth
Then you wanna get sent up
Heat it up you be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up
Now we rivals 'cause of a small name or title
You stepped got devoured and left with a flower and Bible
Yo if it wasn't for your whip I'd have nothing to strip
And if it wasn't for a wrist I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just f**king with you 'cause I got nothing to do
If it wasn't for your whip I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just f**king with you 'cause I got nothing to do
Forget a chorus my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on I'mma end your career
And walk away with the whole
Floor so you have nothing to fall back on
I'll throw you off of ten floors
Pull a f**king headache outta my head
And put it in yours take this
I'm indoors waiting for this acid to seep
In my skin pores
To go outdoors and do some in stores
This b**ch wanted to blow me I said it oughta happen
You swallow cum b**ch no but I brought a napkin
Getting skully while I'm autographing
Got my daughter laughing 'cause
I sent her mother whitewater rafting
I'm not a fact I'm a proven fear
Mr Rogers blocked up my you haul screaming
You ain't moving here
Lorena Bobbitt c'mere want a souvenir
I've been high as f**k since I was a juvi neer
Juvenile same difference I need some 'caine
'Cause I ain't sniffed since
I woke up to seven slain infants
Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance
I won't stay the same 'cause
I traded brains with a chimpanz'
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 icing my fame blowing your hand off
Dancing with the devil leading
I won't die I'm never leaving
I pledge allegiance to forever breathing
Street n**gas with nuts what my meat's bigger
Fake a** thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
With a deathwish thinking I'm the n**ga 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
'Em put the heat to 'em
Be careful you might get what you ask for
Yo if it wasn't for your whip I'd have nothing to strip
And if it wasn't for a wrist I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just f**king with you 'cause I got nothing to do
If it wasn't for your whip I'd have nothing to strip
If it wasn't for a wrist I'd have nothing to slit
If it wasn't for the shrooms I'd have nothing to chew
I'm just f**king with you 'cause I got nothing to do
Bad bad
The evil evil
The bad bad
The evil evil evil