Bad Meets Evil - A Kiss

Title:"A Kiss"
Artists:"Bad Meets Evil "
Album:"Hell :The Sequel"

[Hook]
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss




[Verse 1: Royce]
Uh, Nickle nine a nigga twitter beefin' first rapper that shot a fan
Gucci's my absolute state of mind, like Waka's man
Chopper's brand, getting head in the car park, new Gallardo
This bitch sucking my dick today, call yesterday's news tomorrow
Stretch a nigga out, I'm the new Tae-bo, 'bout to cross over, I'm the new Iver
'bout to saves a couple of these bitches that's right, I'm the new Bible
You? You 5.0, me? I'm all grounded to punishments, but I'm too fly though
Y'all niggas be winin', I should call you Moscato


[Eminem]
Look down at the floor board
Looks like someone left a pair stiletto shoes in my Tahoe
Never know what type of a hoe inside of my ride I may let
Last night at 5 AM, and she ain't even recover from last Friday yet
Hoes all over the ride like it's an ice cream truck, I can see why they fret
I already ran over two hoes and I ain't get up the fucking drive way yet
Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for Get in girl, dont front shorty
you're Fightin' an unwinnable war, it's useless, like tits on a bull, little tits on a whore
Got a mack and it's full of brats kicking and screaming like little kids throwing fits on the floor
Get in the whip, but you ain't turning this frog into a prince
What you keep tryna convince me for?


[Hook]
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
(No you don't)
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
(Not from me)
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
(Not on the lips are you crazy)
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
(Maybe the cheek but that's all you gon' get from me)


[Verse 2:Eminem]
Now you in my whip as long as you understand that I can't be whipped
You sick of companionship I say abandon ship, I'm a gigolo so you know, I'm always on the go
I ain't got no time to slow down for no relationshit
Drop the P and add a T, yeah, you can get mad at me all you want
But I'm ghost before you can even say boo, hun let alone call me one
A one-night stand is all he wants with a female fan, yeah one like Stan,
and he's so about a night stand in his bedroom has two lamps,
and only one nightstand. get the hint,
ooh yeah boo, Ew, I ain't finna' to argue but why
You think they call it boo? cause it sound like it's supposed to scare you


[Royce]
oh Ho, we can share you in the back of the Mclaren, I don't give a fuck
What your name is, Were gunna call you Hot and Bi, I hope your Bi,
But in the mean your name is Sharon
Slow the flow down so I can what
Tell your same face when I'm shooting guns is the same face I make when I fuck
from back of my hand on your neck pressing your face against the sheets it's insane
You then change, cause I'm out of this world, girl I got that Milky Way dick vein
I'm at an all-time high with highness, I'm at an all-time fly with flyness
And this is exactly what they say when they bow to your highness


[Hook]
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
Nickle Nine a nigga twitter beefing, the first rapper that shot a fan


[Verse 3:Royce]
Push a chick out the car when it's moving like waka's man
Her bottom's dark, but her top it tan
Her private parts got here on the pole
Like the opposite of her papa's plan


[Eminem]
Come on stripper! Let's hit the strip 180
throw it in reverse and drop the trans
Im in a trans man look at this bitch dance


[Royce]
Looking at this tramp, like what you wearing
girl quit playing!


[Eminem]
yeah bitch in them scrach n sniff pants
Well let me scratch em


[Royce]
let me sniff yeah
What? Did I say that?
I'm on lean like styrofoam cups and kickstands


[Eminem]
Middle finger stuck on fuck, stiff hands
But girl you got a butt like no if, ands
So yeah what the hell maybe
Awe hell Shady, he'll tell her like it is
So tell Katy Perry he's on her tail he's tail gating
These bells are my mating call, and I'm here bell's waiting
And tell Lady Gaga she can quit her job at the post office
She's still a male lady!
Wouldnt fuck her with her dick, you heard it, the verdict's in
He's allergic to divas, he'd take meat cleavers to 'em,
He don't give a damn about Bieber doin'!
what a demon, a behemoth, evil just seems to be seething through him


[Royce]
I like the strip tease you doing
This evening, you and me gonna find
3 more chickadees and have a menage like Nicki
You hot like dickee outfit in Texas
Without your under it sweatin
Suck my dick, we both gets to steppin to my logic


[Eminem]
My god trick, My dick is as hard as a yardstick
What we gonna do? Ride around til we're carsick
Then I'm gonna put this shit in park like dog shit
And you can blow me in the dark in the parking lot
of a trailer park by the garbage
What you waiting on Me to roll up the carpet?
The condoms are in the glove compartment, lets start it!
Think I'm joking? What, am I sitting here
Trying to make fake farts with my armpits?
tryin' to get you to sniff pot through your nose
Am I here to amuse you? Stop it.


[Royce]
I'm in your pocket outside of a church
The other hand reachin' for the bottom of your purse
You giving me head in a boxing stance
My dick's so big you could drop it in dirt
I'm not your man, we're sparring partners
There's 5 things you are in charge of, that's
Sucking a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a dick
Sucking a dick, sucking a dick


[Eminem]
If you ain't sucking a dick
Why you sitting there with puckered lips? That's collagen
Motherfucking bitch, what you mean how'd you
Get suckered into this you gonna jump into my truck
And then try to get truculent?


[Royce]
You should be suffering, you should be cooking
You should be buckling your seatbelt with oven mitts


[Eminem]
excuse me while I make an ass of myself, but it's just
Cause I wanna get..


[Hook]
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
(No you don't)
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
(Not from me)
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
(Not on the lips are you crazy)
I want a kiss, a Kiss, a kiss
(Maybe the cheek but that's all you gon' get from me)
Nickle Nine a nigga twitter beefing, the first rapper that shot a fan.

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Bad Meets Evil - I'm On Everything

Title:"I'm on Everything"

Artist:"Bad Meets evil ft.Mike Epps"

Album:" Hell :the Sequel"

All these little young kids ain't got no direction
sh-t, these lil kids is on everything
Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha


I'm on everything [x5]


Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha


I'm on everything [x5]


[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed
Sober don't interest me
I'm on everything
Bout to sip the liquor like it's caine
That's how high I am


I take painkillers to ease the pain
Though I ain't in pain
No, we, ain't the same, we drunk
I'm on everything


'Cept when I kick it, gout
Me sobering up, ha, alf
Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'rooms
I done woke up with a f-cking tiger in my bathroom
I am f-cking high, high, high, high
Menace to society I feel sorry for your mother
Me and Vicious on 'shrooms
Call us the Mario brothers
Back down, we never back down
Never laid out
Can't put my back down


Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on everything [x5]


[Eminem:]
Painkillers, I call 'em 'caine pillars
'Cause they'll hold me up when I take 'em
I need a cane and pillows
I'm on everything


Sick when I kick it, barf
Me sobering up, fart
I crush ya brain like a pill crusher, let's crush a pill yeah
f-ck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 up


Grab the key up off the counter till the camp all left the crib
Man, whoda knew that 3 in the morning I'd still be up
Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree up
On my lyricsmusicvideo.blogspot.com way to the dealer's, tryna re-up
Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep
It's wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up
b-tch, it's on again yeah, break that Klonopin in half
While I smoke some chronic in the cab with Donovan McNabb
And I dye my hair back blonde again and laugh
I'm the real macaroni you cheesy b-tch, I'm demonic with the craft
There's a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
Flows dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta...
... farian, Jamaican, relax, man
I'll send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent
Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, c heck ya girl
'Cause after we prop you up, we propping her up
So, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups
Your boyfriend better find another f-cking whore to smash the stir up
We rap like we're on


Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on everything [x5]


Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on everything [x5]


[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed
Uh, classic!
It's Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly
I told that b-tch to get at me, then the b-tch attacked me
Kid you not, I'm lit up as f-ck, tablecloth tucked in my pants
Then I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucks


[Eminem:]
Then I aimed to the front of the K-Mart shopping center
With' a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks
And a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stain
I'll crush your brain like I'm crushing pills
What the f-ck's the motherf-cking deal?
This sh-t's making me feel like I'm tryna do a motherf-ckin cartwheel up a hill


[Royce Da 5'9":]
How many bars, how many tabs?
A-c-I-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffin NYES


[Eminem:]
F-u-c-ked up, and it's obvious


[Royce Da 5'9":]
Smoking Henny in my chest


[Eminem:]
I'm B-A-N-A-N-A-S


[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm a C-O-C-O-N-U-T


[Eminem:]
Put this CD in and you'll see
The sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger


[Royce Da 5'9":]
You are gonna wind up six feet deep
Under that sh-ts creek so I hope that you want preservers

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Bad Meets Evil – Welcome 2 Hell

Title:"Welcome 2 Hell"

Artist:"Bad meets Evil "

Album:" Hell :the Sequel"

[Eminem:]
Yeah, told you we'd be back.
Welcome 2 hell


[Verse 1: Eminem]
There's a switch, I flip, emotions cut off
So cold I done froze my butt off
And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet
It's like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, f-ck off
Other words I didn't put a dent in a can compared to the damage I've yet to do
Long as you still have feelings to hurt, I'll be around as long as you let me get to you
Long as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm
Get scared little pissants, and see if I don't come along and stop your farm
Thunder and lightning, rain, hail, sleet with a tornado's the kind of brainstorm I get
So when the wind starts blowing, sh-t, talking about goin' in?
Goin' insane's more like it!
Wizard of words when he he spits hazardous with it
Like a disastrous blizzard so you better listen quick fast don't miss it
Yeah go ahead little prick bastard, diss it
But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow
Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes
Just know, that all he knows is this
It's better to kick ass than kiss it
Dick dastardly of audacity mental capacity
Unmatched it has to be stopped
But it can't be, but man I can't just keep doing them like that
Or no one will rap with me
'Cept one, you asked who is it?


[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
Guess who just came through the blast, you b-tches
With the ratchet, the book of mathew, a book of matches
Lightning, I'm? white linen
You about to have to admit it
They pass you the mic, asked you to spit it
You got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands
Sure they gonna laugh when you go the bathroom with it
Now with what would you come against us?
Better be something with a big foot pedagree
Easily these are the reasons that we need to be in your prayers
Each region breed some emcees that wanna 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 boy piston team didn't need isaiah


[Verse 3: Eminem and Royce da 5'9"]
[Eminem:]
Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of emcees, I swear
Better be aware, there's too much at stake, and to find someone this raw on a beat is rare
You can kiss my ass and the sh-t stains on my underwear that I don't even wear
[Royce da 5'9":]
This gotta be no fair, this like hittin' the lottery, oh yeah
Who you know hotter? there gotta be no pair
Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair
Classic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep and perhaps you'll have no rebuttalin'
In fact, you seein' me in this rap is like saying tila tequila can sing like jasmin sullivan
[Eminem:]
Back to badge her skull again, push a b-tch out the aston until I get the f-ck outta dodge
Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors?, color books that ain't colored in
Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win
Here they come again, none other than, bad and evil
Also known as sadam and emp3musicdownload.blogspot.com osama bin
It's been a long time, but I bet neither one of us have felt as sick as we do right now
And we only get iller with time, me and nickel f-cking sh-t up on the grounds
Tellin' us to pipe down, it's like talking to a meth head (get it? pipe? meth head? oh hilarity!)
Bruce willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection
Fightin' it while he's watching internet porn, about to meet his death with an erection
My god, what I mean is, david carrideine jacking his penis in front of his tripod
Choking his own neck, what part you don't get?
I'm saying I die hard!
[Royce da 5'9":]
When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the f-I-r... e
Comin' out your ipod, we come up in a place
Chicks heads start spinning like motherf-ckin' white walls
[Eminem & Royce da 5'9":]
Got your mother suckin' my balls while we f-ck each other, punch each other in the eyeballs
And I never say I'm sor... ry, the 5'9 and the fire marshall
We spit with an intensity to shut sh-t down in the industry
Two different entities, with a propensity to put these n-u-t-s
In your f-cking mouth


Haha.
Welcome to the cd.

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Eminem & Royce Da 5’9″ Ft. Bruno Mars - Lighters

Title:"Lighters"
Artist:"Eminem,Bruno Mars,Royce Da "
Album:" Hell :the Sequel"


[Bruno Mars]
This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters


[Eminem]
By the time you hear this I will have already spiralled up
I would never do nothing to let you cowards fuck my world up
If I was you, I would duck, or get struck like lightening,
Fighters keep fighting, put your lighters up, point em’ skyward uh
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king…
This rap game’s nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till’ it kills me
I swear to god I’ll be the fucking illest in this music
There is or there ever will be, disagree?
Feel free, but from now on I’m refusing to ever give up
The only thing I ever gave up is using. No more excuses.
Excuse me if my head is too big for this building
And pardon me if I’m a cocky prick but you cocks are slick
Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit
Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite
You stayed the same, cause cock backwards is still cock you pricks
I love it when I tell em shove it
Cause it wasn’t that long ago when Marshall sat, luster lacked, lustered
Cuz he couldn’t cut mustard, muster up nothing
Brain fuzzy, cause he’s buzzin’, woke up from that buzz
Now you wonder why he does it, how he does it
Wasn’t cause he had buzzards circle around his head
Waiting for him to drop dead, was it?
Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off
Little hussy ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn’t matter now, does it
What difference it make?
What it take to get it through your thick skulls
As if this aint some bullshit
People don’t usually come back this way
From a place that was dark as I was in
Just to get to this place
Now let these words be like a switch blade to a haters rib cage
And let it be known from this day forward
I wanna just say thanks cause your hate is what gave me the strength
So let em bic’s raise cause I came with 5’9′ but I feel like I’m 6’8″


[Bruno Mars]
This one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters


[Royce Da 5'9"]
By the time you hear this I’ll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron to going and buying 4 or 5 of the homies the iron man Audi
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin to blow it
And I aint gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did Dr Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad back
So it’s only right that I right till he can march right into that post office and tell em to hang it up
Now his career’s Lebron’s jersey in 20 years
I’ll stop when I’m at the very top
You shitted on me on your way up
It’s ’bout to be a scary drop
Cause what goes up must come down
You going down on something you don’t wanna see like a hairy box
Every hour, happy hour now
Life is wacky now
Used to have to eat the cat to get the pussy
Now I’m just the cats meoww, ow
Classic now, always down for the catch weight like Pacquiao
Ya’ll are doomed
I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with me
My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes
Cause now I’m in the Aston
I went from having my city locked up
To getting treated like Kwame Kilpatrick
And now I’m fantastic
Compared to a weed high
And y’all niggas just gossipin’ like bitches on a radio and TV
See me, we fly
Y’all buggin out like Wendy Williams staring at a bee-hive
And how real is that
I remember signing my first deal and now I’m the second best I can deal with that
Now Bruno can show his ass, without the MTV awards gag


[Bruno Mars]
You and I know what it’s like to be kicked down
Forced to fight
But tonight we’re alright
So hold up your light
Let it shine
Cause this one’s for you and me, living out our dreams
We’re all right where we should be
Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes
And now all I wanna see
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters

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Bad Meets Evil - Fast Lane Lyrics (Eminem & Royce Da 5'9")

Title: Fast Lane
Artist: Bad Meets Evil
Album: Hell:The Sequel
Featured Artists: Eminem, Royce da 5'9"

[Royce Da 5'9"]
First verse, uh
I’m on ’til I’m on a island
My life’s ridin’ on the Autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I’ll kill you all wit’ kindness
I kill ya, my natural persona’s much worse
You’ve been warned if you’ve been born or if you can form
Slap up a cop and then snatch ‘im out of his uniform
Leave him wit’ his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y’all niggas’ intellect mad slow, y’all fags know
Claimin’ you bangin’, you flamin’
Bet you could light your own cigarette witcha asshole
Me and Shady deaded the past, so that basically resurrected my cashflow
I might rap tight as the snatch of a fat dyke
Though I ain’t wrapped tight
My blood type’s the ’80s!
My ’90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys
You still fly kites daily!


[Eminem]
Catch me in my Mercedes
Bumpin’ “Ice, Ice Baby,” screamin’ Shady ’til I die
Like a half a pair of dice, life’s crazy
So I live it to the fullest ’til I’m Swayze
And you only live it once, so I’m thinkin’ ’bout this nice, nice lady
Wait, no, stop me now ‘fore I get on a roll (Damn)
Let me tell you what this pretty little dame’s name is, ’cause she’s kinda famous
And I hope that I don’t sound too heinous when I say this
Nicki Minaj, but I wanna stick my penis in your anus!
You morons think that I’m a genius
Really I belong inside a dang insane asylum, cleanin’, try them trailer parks
Crazy, I am back, and I am razor-sharp, baby
And that’s back wit’ a capital B wit’ an exclamation mark, maybe
You should listen when I flip the linguistics
‘Cause I’m’onna rip this mystical slick shit
You don’t wanna become another victim or statistic of this shit
‘Cause after I spit the bullets, I’ma treat these shell casings like a soccer ball
I’ma kick the ballistics! So get this dick, I’ma live this


(Hook)
Livin’ life in the fast lane
Movin’ at the speed of life and I can’t slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I’m almost at the finish line, so I can’t stop now


I don’t really know where I’m headed, just enjoyin’ the ride
Just gon’ roll ’til I drop and ride ’til I die
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
Royce


[Royce Da 5'9"]
My whole goal as a poet’s to be relaxed in orbit
At war wit’ a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it’s like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the Devil that says “I’ll let you take me
You let me take this shovel, dig up the corpes, Jack Kevorkian”
Go ‘back and forth in more beef that you can pack a fork in
I’m livin’ the life of the infinite enemy down
My tenement, too many now, to send my serenity powers
Spin ‘em around, enterin’ in the vicinity


[Eminem]
Now, was called Eminem, but he threw away the candy and ate the rapper
Chewed him up (Pt!) and spitted him out
Girl, giddy-up, now get, get down
He’s lookin’ around this club and it looks like people are havin’ a shit fit now
Here, little t-t-trailer trash, take a look who’s back in t-t-town
Did I s-st-stutter, motherf-cker? F-ck them all, he’s just
A whole motherfuckin’ Walmart d-d-down every time a-r-r-round
And he came to the club tonight wit’ 5’9? to hold this bitch down
Like a motherf-ckin’ chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you keep lickin’ them dicks like lips, I’m agitated, aggravated
To the point you don’t suck my dick, then you’re gonna get decapitated
Other words, you don’t fuckin’ give me head, then I’m have to take it


[Royce]
And then after takin’ that, I’ma catch a case, it’s gon’ be fascinatin’
It’s gon’ say “The whole rap game passed away” on top of the affadavit
Graduated from master debater slash massive masturbator
To Michael Jackson’ activator (Woo!)
Meanin’ I’m on fire off the top, might wanna back up the data
Runnin’ over hip-hop in a verbal tractor-trailer
Homie, this sick, you can normally ask a hater
Don’t it make sense, these shell casings is just like a bag of paper
Drop in the lap of a tax evader (Homie, they spent)


[Eminem]
Now make that ass drop like a sack of potatoes
What, girl, I’m the crack-a-lator
Brung ya lay to this party, be my penis ejaculator later
Tell you boyfriend that you just struck paydirt
You rollin’ wit’ a player, you won’t be exaggeratin’ when you sayin’


[Hook]
Livin’ life in the fast lane
Movin’ at the speed of life and I can’t slow down
Only got a gallon in the gas tank
But I’m almost at the finish line, so I can’t stop now

I don’t really know where I’m headed, just enjoyin’ the ride
Just gon’ roll ’til I drop and ride ’til I die
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane (Pedal to the metal)

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