Welcome 2 Hell
Bad Meet Evil Lyrics

Yeah, told you we'd be back
We're back and ready to wreak havoc

Welcome to hell
You're in for a rough ride

There's a switch, I flip, I spit emotions cut off
I can turn off my emotions like flipping a switch

So cold I'll roast my butt off
I'm so cold-hearted that I would roast myself before showing any weakness

And it ain't even anticipating the tip of the Ice burg in the middle of the ocean yet so fuck off
You haven't seen anything yet, so don't even bother trying to stop us

Other words I didn't put a dent in a can Compared to the damage I've yet to do
You think I've caused damage before? Just wait until you see what I have planned

Long as you still have feelings to hurt I'll be around as long as you let me get to you
As long as there are people with emotions, I'll be there to hurt them

Long as I got two balls to palm I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm
As long as I have confidence in myself, I'll always come out on top and you're nothing but a fake

Get scared little piss ants And see if I don't come along and stop your farm
You better be scared because I'll come and destroy everything you've built

Thunder and lightning, rain, hail Sleet with a tornado's the kind of brainstorm I get
My creative process is like a violent storm with all sorts of destructive elements

So when the wind starts blowing, shit, talking about goin' in? Goin' insane's more like it
When I start getting in the zone, it's not just about making music, it's about losing my mind

Wizard of words when he he spits hazardous with it Like a disastrous blizzard So you better listen quick fast don't miss it
I am a master wordsmith and my rhymes will hit you like a devastating blizzard, so don't miss a beat or you'll regret 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
Go ahead and talk shit, but when I hit you with explicit rhymes, don't question where it's coming from. All I know is that I'm here to dominate rather than kiss ass

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?
My audacity and mental capacity are unmatched, and while it needs to be stopped, people can't help but rap with me. There's only one person who can keep up

Guess who just came through to blast you bitches With the ratchet, the book of Mathew, a book of matches Lighting 'em under white linen
We've arrived to take on all the haters with guns, holy books, and matches to burn their white shirts

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 I'm sure they gonna laugh when you go into the bathroom with it
We're so good that we'll make you admit defeat, even if you were handed the mic. You'll be holding your own ass and the audience will be laughing at you in the bathroom

Now with what would you come against us? Better be something with a big foot pedigree
If you're trying to compete with us, you better be bringing something impressive

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
We're so good that people should be praying for us to keep rapping. Other rappers want to be like us, even if it means breathing 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
Our style is so important to the game that any argument against it is like saying the Bad Boy Pistons didn't need Isaiah Thomas

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
We're a different type of emcee, and you better recognize that. We're too important to the game to be ignored, and finding someone with our raw talent is rare

You can kiss my ass And the shit stains on my underwear that I don't even wear This gotta be no fair This like hittin' the lottery, oh yeah
I don't care what you think of me, including the poop stains on my underwear. It's not fair how talented we are and it's like we've hit the jackpot

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
We're the hottest in the game, and there's no comparison. My rhymes are classic and unbeatable, and trying to compete with me is like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan

Back to bash her skull again Push a bitch out the Aston until I get the fuck outta dodge Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors? You has been's are dumber than Color books that ain't colored in
I'm going to continue to violently attack my enemies until I'm out of here. I shouldn't have to explain myself to people who don't understand basic metaphors

Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win Here they come again, none other than, bad and evil Also known as Sadam and Osama Bin
We keep coming back better and stronger. We're Bad and Evil, and we're taking the game by storm

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 fucking shit up on the grounds Tellin' us to pipe down It's like talking to a meth head
We're back for the first time in a long time, and we're feeling more dangerous than ever. We only get better with age, and nobody can tell us to slow down

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
I'm not going down without a fight, and I'll go out in a blaze of glory like Bruce Willis. I'll fight until my dying breath, even if it means watching internet porn or choking myself like David Carradine. I'm a fighter to the end

When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the fire Comin' out your iPod, we come up in a place Chicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin' white walls Got your mother suckin' my balls while we fuck each other Punch each other in the eyeballs And I never say I'm sorry, the five nine and the Fire Marshall We spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industry Two different entities, with a propensity to put these nuts Inside of your fucking mouth
My rhymes are like fire, coming out of your iPod. When we enter a room, even the ladies can't resist us. We'll even punch each other in the eye while our mothers suck our balls. We never apologize and we spit with such intensity that we'll shut down the entire industry. We're two different entities, but we're united in our goal to shut people up by putting our nuts in their mouths