The Reunion

Bad Meets Evil

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    [Eminem]
    Ayo, this next song is a true story (Come here, bitch)

    [Intro]
    Cause some things in this universe
    Don't make sense but somehow (Always seem to fucking work)

    [Verse 1: Eminem]
    Flying down the I-75 about to hop on 696
    I look over this fucking chick's trying to fix her makeup
    I'm like bitch, you ain't a plastic surgeon
    I advise ya to put up your visor, I'm getting kinda ticked
    You're blocking my side mirror, she's like yeah, so? I'm like sew?
    You gonna 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?
    Bitch reaches over and smacks me
    And says I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the fucking back
    Put on your slut powder, you slut, what? Shut the fuck up now
    Or get your feelings hurt, worse than my last chick when
    I accidentally butt dialed her
    She heard me spreading AIDS rumors about her
    Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
    While I bump that Relapse CD, trying to hit every bump, and that cunt
    Thought I snapped back in that accent cause she kept asking me
    To quit calling her cunt, I said I cunt, she said, Marshall

    [Hook: Eminem]
    Marshall, you ain't really like that, oh
    You're putting on a show, where's your mic at?
    Cause you're breaking my heart
    She said you're breaking my heart

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    [Verse 2: Royce]
    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 looking at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
    I'm feeling a bunch of bitches looking at a nigga, cheesing
    I get approached by this little skeeser
    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 Killa Season
    She said I'm feeling your big ego, wait, am I talking wrong?
    I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce 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 feeling your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
    I said, umm, you just used the word swagger, so no, she said

    [Hook: Eminem]
    You ain't really like that, oh
    You're putting on a show, where's your mic at?
    Cause you're breaking my heart
    She said you're breaking my heart

    [Verse 3: Eminem]
    We been riding around in this hatchback until I'm fucking hunchback
    Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
    Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm trying to shag scuz
    Better find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at, ah, don't touch that
    You fat dyke, I'm trying to hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
    Don't act like you don't like them, them accents, I rap tight
    And I'mma torture you until we find this place, yeah that's right
    Thought it was just past this light, just past Van Dyke
    Better hit that map light, read them directions, oh yeah
    You can't read and you can't write, told me that last night
    She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half like
    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 hitch to the back, we jackknifed
    Bitch flew out of 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)

    [Verse 4: Royce]
    Tell him I'll be there in a minute
    I'm trying to break up this cat fight 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
    On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route
    To avoid this chick with a lace front looking like Venus's and Serena's hooves
    I'm just saying, those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive
    Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets
    My mind drifted back to this shit
    I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, then smack the mistress
    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
    He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
    Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, watch this shit"
    He smacks the dentures out of the mouth of the fat bitch he rode with
    Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"

    [Hook: Eminem]
    You ain't really like that, oh
    You're putting on a show, where's your mic at?
    Cause you're breaking ou heart
    She said you're breaking our heart

    Información de la canción

    Composición: D. Parker, T. Lawrence, R. Montgomery, L. Resto, T. Graham, S. Cruse y J. Chavez

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