Loud Noises
Bad Meets Evil Lyrics
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I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow
Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
Guess who, what's happening guys?
They told me to shit, I fell off that pot
Hopped right back up on that crapper and I
Said "fuck it" with a capital I
Look who's back to antagonize
You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little fagot and die
You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit,
Better get to the back of the line
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that
Battle, what kind of rapper
Would I be before I let another rapper think he's hot
I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go ala la la la
Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
That's why I ain't thinking about you,
I don't got time and I told you a thousand times
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery
In Royce's back and at the same time put Juice in mine?
Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed
Slaughterhouse!
I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin
Then I'm filling the clip with a written
Can you picture my pistol drilling?
A million women and children when I'm illing
But it isn't real, it's a rap
On the real, it's a wrap
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
When I'm atomic bombing the populous
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
Then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish
Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
Write like a columnist slash novelist
I'm in this game to demolish, establish my dominance
Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite
I can spit ominous so spit politics now
I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre,
Bitch!
Slaughterhouse!
Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid
Ability told brain it's a no brain bout boy
Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy
Wait wait, did I just go almost four bars
Without talking about my big dick?
The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake
And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost
Cause she couldn't handle my shit, wait I sweared
Irony of Ryan is I am bipolar
While I'm rhyming standing beside a big old white bear
Neither one of us fight fair,
You are literally looking at Woody and Wesley in a movie
With a white boy ain't got to jump no where 'cause I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream
One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old) nightmare!
Nigga this the slaughter stepping up
I'll pretty much slap your ass and tell you to shut the fuck up
After that I'll slap your ass again
And tell you to shut the fuck up shutting up
And that's how you body a fucking beat
Slaughterhouse!
I should be the one that goes slow
Get a stopwatch, clock my flow
Hit the button on top watch the drug drop
O O dot dot O, Yaowa
When I drop I go outer space
Blackout like Darth Vader's face
Placed in a molten shower
Say something and get them proper
Mama poppa pouring out vodka
Mama Mia, 'em' pass me the seeds
It's a disease that's in the Slaughterhouse casa
Better jet boy go home, better yet boy G four chrome,
Better jet boy, Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes
I'm not just any old homeboy
Sitting in a lab picking up a pad
I be spitting bad, I'ma get you mad with this gift I have
Lord duck suffering succotash when the trigger blast
I'ma put your beak on your fitted hat
Where the liquor at? Sip of yak
That bitch and a vicious track I'ma get into that
Sly Pro tools to boast Joe smooth I coast to the West
Like we're tired of living at
New York here's a piggyback ride to the motherland
Hold on brother man, on the other hand get down
I'm gutter fam, gun butt you with the Eagle handle Cunningham
I don't wanna talk, I just wanna beef
I don't want a piece, I want it all baby boy
I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast up you rough piece of shit
You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?
Slaughterhouse!
Insane what they call us
How you married to the game
But you probably shouldn't have came to the altar
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, used ya hand to forge you
Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamon's imminent torture
All of you feminine marauders, that's women at war
Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of sorter?
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
I'm administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
Normally something's wrong with me
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
When I fix the game they'll think shit came with a warranty
How the fuck are they gonna stop when I was born to be
Corner me, shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your fagot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be Ru Paul
Ain't nobody that's real ever knew y'all
Second to none and I'm dealing with Marshall
This time I never come down, deal with the blue balls
You ain't gotta fear me but you'll respect me
Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to Gillete me
Coming off soft, I got some machetes
Swinging spaghetti like it's heavy some said he deserve an ESPY
In a Chevy like Andretti, put the Dezzy where his chest be
Slaughterhouse!
The lyrics to Bad Meets Evilβs song βLoud Noisesβ are filled with violent and aggressive language, but they also include themes of resilience, success, and taking no prisoners. The opening line βLife handed me lemonsβ suggests that the singer has faced adversity in some form, but instead of succumbing to it, they use it as a catalyst to propel themselves forward. This is a recurring theme throughout the song, as the singer repeatedly positions themselves as unstoppable, too quick and too powerful for anyone to take them down. They even suggest that they could βbury [their] face in his stinky twat and go ala la la laβ before letting another rapper think they are hot.
Through their use of metaphors and wordplay, the singers paint a vivid picture of their dominance in the rap game. They describe themselves as an βelectrocuted executioner of [their] flowβ and a βmenace villain,β using violent and macabre imagery to portray their lyrical prowess. The repeated use of βSlaughterhouse!β throughout the song only reinforces this idea of ruthless domination. Even when they briefly touch on their own vulnerabilities or mental health struggles, such as the line βirony of Ryan is I am bipolar,β they quickly return to assert their strength and superiority.
Overall, the lyrics to βLoud Noisesβ are hyperbolic, provocative, and intense. While some listeners might be put off by the graphic language and descriptions of violence, others may appreciate the raw energy and uncompromising attitude that Bad Meets Evil brings to the table.
Line by Line Meaning
Life handed me lemons
I faced a bad situation
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
I got back into the music scene and made a bad situation worse
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
People want me to fail, but I continue to succeed
Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow
My flow is unbeatable and deadly for other rappers
Too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
I rap so fast that people can't keep up
Guess who, what's happening guys?
It's me, and I'm back to cause trouble
They told me to shit, I fell off that pot
People told me to fail, but I didn't
Hopped right back up on that crapper and I
Got back into the music scene
Said "fuck it" with a capital I
Didn't care what anyone else thought
Look who's back to antagonize
I'm back to stir up trouble
You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little fagot and die
If you don't like my music, go away and stop bothering me
You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit,
People are always trying to take credit for my success
Better get to the back of the line
There are many people before you who also want to be successful
You wanna get your shot at me what kinda crap is that
Why would you want to challenge me?
Battle, what kind of rapper
I'm too good to battle anyone
Would I be before I let another rapper think he's hot
I won't let another rapper get famous by pretending to be better than me
I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go ala la la la
I won't let anyone else succeed by humiliating myself
Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind
I'm too focused on my success to think about anything else
That's why I ain't thinking about you,
I don't care about people who don't support me
I don't got time and I told you a thousand times
I'm too busy with my career to pay attention to non-supporters
So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery
I can't worry about others when I'm too busy focusing on myself
In Royce's back and at the same time put Juice in mine?
I'm too busy focusing on my music to worry about anyone else's career
Goddamnit Slaughterhouse is signed
My music group is successful
I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my lyrics killing
My lyrics are intense and dangerous
Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling
People will be shocked when they hear my lyrics
The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling
My lyrics will make people feel uncomfortable
Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin
My lyrics are a deadly combination
Then I'm filling the clip with a written
I'm ready to take on anything with my lyrics
Can you picture my pistol drilling?
My lyrics are so powerful they're like a weapon
A million women and children when I'm illing
Even innocent people can't escape my lyrics
But it isn't real, it's a rap
My violent lyrics are just part of my music
On the real, it's a wrap
My lyrics are undeniable
How could you possibly stop the Apocalypse
My music is unstoppable
When I'm atomic bombing the populous
My music is powerful enough to take over everyone's attention
Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid
My music is dangerous and intense
Popping the Glock at his moms and his pops
My lyrics are so violent they include killing parents
'Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence
My music is well-crafted and confident
Write like a columnist slash novelist
My lyrics are novel-like and well-structured
I'm in this game to demolish, establish my dominance
I'm here to be the best
Over prominent rappers you popping shit till you opposite
I'm going to be more successful than anyone who tries to compete with me
I can spit ominous so spit politics now
My lyrics are intense and unapologetic
I'm Haile Selassie, Gandhi, and Pac of this hip hop genre,
I am the leader of the music genre
I'm a big old (big old) nightmare!
My music is intense and scary
Insane what they call us
People think we're crazy for our music
Every bar like propane for the sawed-off, used ya hand to forge you
Our lyrics are explosive and dangerous
Eminem, Mr. Porter, slaughter my cinnamon's imminent torture
We all have dangerous lyricism
All of you feminine marauders, that's women at war
We're challenging other rappers to compete with us
Men will assault you, time is a bastard symbol of sorter?
We're unstoppable and no one can challenge us
Kidnap your trembling daughter, at least a quarter
Our lyrics are dangerous and intense
I'm administering supporters, got an aura more like Sodom and Gomorrah
We have a powerful presence in the music industry
Claiming a quantity of the porn I see on the pause to me
We're focused on our careers and not worried about anything else
When I fix the game they'll think shit came with a warranty
We're going to change the music industry
How the fuck are they gonna stop when I was born to be
We were born to be successful in the music industry
You can get along with me
Join us and you'll succeed too
Niggas who never met me threaten me, want to Gillete me
Even strangers feel threatened by our success
I'ma put your beak on your fitted hat
I'll defeat anyone who tries to challenge me
I want it all baby boy
I want to be the most successful in the music industry
You done weak, I'm the one, capiche?
I'm the best and no one can challenge me
Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JOSEPH BUDDEN, HORACE JACKSON, MARSHALL MATHERS, MARSHALL B III MATHERS, ALEXANDER MERZIN, RYAN MONTGOMERY, JOELL ORTIZ, DENAUN M PORTER, LUIS RESTO, DOMINICK WICKLIFFE, Alex Merzin, Denaun Porter, Joe Budden
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@whoknows4379
Royce went so ridiculously impossibly hard.
@cliffordjeppesen9740
Raw, dope, spittin rhymes, turning on a dime
@marquisjackson6222
That Laalalala line killed me!ππ π
@match6800
Crooked killed it
@barginbinbrody1809
Second verse is like impossible flow
@JJS595
Imagine crooked did that in one take π buddy has a third lung
@allenwillis8563
Men if only people would listen this song and album is raw AF
@deadpool2349
A plane flew over when Royce picked up intensity and I'm thinking it's lightning (staring at the lightning) this song has never sounded so epic epic.
Yes, I am smoking.
@paradoxr.n.o8688
Slaughter house is fire
@sowwhatlxxxvii
The end of joe verse. When the best changed for crooked he went crazy.