And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you
last step and still have half left [Chorus] [Em] Bad.. the bad.. [R5] Uhh, when the bad meets the bad.. yo.. [Em] The evil [R5] Take the evil with the evil
em, put the heat to em Be careful you might get what you ask for [Chorus x2] [Em] The Bad.. the Evil.. The Bad.. the Evil.
[feat. Eminem, Project Paki] [Eminem] Slim Shady Asshole [Royce] Any nigga wit guns, we got guns too More heated, ready to outgun you It's too late
[feat. Eminem] "Rock City, Royce, 5'9, Slim, Shady" [skirt] "COME ON!!" [Royce Da 5'9"] Can't stop the hustle, Royce nickel nine Glock stops the tussle
OJ the Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns; blow your brains on your opposite ear Then ask you how your brain sounds Bad, evil, weirdo, Alfred [? ],
To make 'em believe I'm crazy so they can relate to me And maybe believe in Shady so they can be evil baby I like that! I'm only as crazy as people made
Shady See you in hell for the sequel (bye bye) Bad Meets Evil, what? (till next time) [Cowboy] And so that's the story when Bad Meets Evil Two of the
that wake that sucker up buck, buck, buck 'N tell him to take that wid him Now that we still thugging Spitting as we run away from prison Nigga we still running But the bad bad
creepin' through the alley with six deuce Strapped up everybody focused no mixed views A sawed off pump in my hand with two shells The other four homies
be, which means they wanna breath our air With these ideas, anybody thinkin' that the game don't need The bad and the evil regime That's like saying that bad
, Slim Shady See you in hell for the sequel, bye bye Bad meets evil, what? Till next time {And so that's the story when bad meets evil Two of the most
teachers, and jackin' off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin' And all the other
And so tomorrow comin later than usual Waitin' on someone to pity us While we findin beauty in the hideous They say money's the root of all evil but I
love you (Lovely fistfights) No baby, no baby Killa for look at us, forever fucked up All we do is fuck, fight and get X'ed up Enough, enough, we bad for each other
mi tierra, all grudges like luggage F**k it stuck with astealo that you feel though, Once you get to be true it will be fulfilled like me though See no, hear no, speak no, evil
can do what I want, got you mind wrapped up in confusion You cry like the llorona, shut up it was just an illusion Seeing how bad you are, you're not as bad
