Cocaine
Bad Meets Evil Lyrics


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Yeah

Oh

This game's like cocaine

I want this more than anything in the world
Ha, so do I. At least I thought I did.

Got to have it
Yeah, I made it
I'm addicted
Yeah, I'm feigning

This is a beat with no words at first
It's a blank painting
Exercising the mind is brain strength training
Starts off with something, like Shady's an insane maniac,
Yeah, Slim Shady, that's a zany name, ain't it?
Now all you need's an image to go with the name, baby
Wife beaters and white t-shirts, Hanes mainly
It's a long shot, but is it possible there's a lane, maybe?
If not, he's gonna have to come and change the whole game, ain't he?
He wants the fame so bad he can taste it
He could see his name up in lights
Women screaming his fuckin' name, fainting
Shady did it, he sold out the whole dang stadium
Joe Schmoe made it, he took his Plain Jane lady and his baby Hailie out the trailer
But he ain't trailing anymore, he's ahead of the race
While maintaining his innocence
Little does he know, his train is derailing
And he's about to be raped by this game anally

What would you do for a little bit?
What would you give for a little hit?
For that C.O.C.A.I.N.E.
'Cause once you get in, you don't wanna leave

Got to have it
Yeah, I made it
I'm addicted
Yeah, I'm feigning

You're operating on all cylinders
Syllables spit like Dillinger's spilling ya guts
People are feeling ya mic skills, but these haters are ice grillin' ya
Willing to sacrifice anything for the life that they might steal from ya
Fake friends'll kill for ya, die for ya
But you can't decipher "why?" for the life of ya
It wasn't like this when you were Cypherin'
Argue wit' your wife again
She found vicodin in your pants last night again
Your dispute's public, nothing is private anymore
Oh, and your best friend? Say bye-bye to him
What kinda apple you take a bite'a, Slim?
(This is what you wanted Marshall, ain't it?)
Fuck no!
The way that it turned out was nothin' like the picture that I painted in my head
Sometimes a dream to make it, it's more fun than it is to actually make it
The game stripped me naked
It robbed me ever having another real relation-
-ship, with another girl
This world is a fuckin' trip
‘Cause I slip in another world, proceed, take another hit
Sniff 'til I fuckin' hurl, tell ‘em all to fuckin' sit
And spin 'til they fuckin' twirl, middle finger up again
Relapsing back in this game
Oh well, fuck it, then

What would you do for a little bit?
What would you give for a little hit?
For that C.O.C.A.I.N.E.
‘Cause once you get in, you don't wanna leave

Got to have it
Yeah, I made it
I'm addicted
Yeah, I'm feigning

Start off right
Just to see your name in lights
Just so you can live the life
You take a bite
And lose your sight
They call this (Fame)

You think you good (ha ha)
Just cause you got out the hood
Concerned only with getting dough,
No longer poor but lost your soul They call this. (Fame)

I hear it callin'
My name is callin'
Why you strugglin'
When you could be ballin'
My head is sayin' yeah
But my feet is stallin'
So many walk in
But any fallin'
But I got to have it
Like Eve and the apple
She had to grab it
I got to take it
I got to make it
That's the plan
And I can't forsake it.

What would you do for a little bit?
What would you give for a little hit?
For that C.O.C.A.I.N.E.
‘Cause once you get in, you don't wanna leave

Got to have it
Yeah, I made it
I'm addicted
Yeah, I'm feigning
('Cause once you get in, you don't wanna leave)

Guess I can't leave then




Guess I'm addicted
Oh well

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bad Meets Evil's song "Cocaine" portray the addiction to the music industry and fame as similar to that of a cocaine addiction. The chorus questions how far one is willing to go for a taste of the high that comes with success, while the verses explore the dark side of the industry, including the detrimental effects on personal relationships, the loss of privacy, and the constant pressure to maintain success.


In the first verse, Eminem alludes to the name "Slim Shady," which is his alter ego and the persona that he has become famous for. He also mentions the desire for fame and success in his career, despite the challenges and risks that come with it. The second verse expands on the negative consequences of fame, including strained relationships and the loss of privacy. The third verse talks about the struggle to resist the temptation of returning to the industry and the commitment to achieving success despite the challenges.


The song is a powerful commentary on the music industry and the pressures that come with fame. It highlights the addictive nature of success and reminds listeners of the importance of staying true to themselves and their values, no matter how tempting the fame may be.


Line by Line Meaning

This game's like cocaine
Compared to cocaine, I want this game more than anything in the world


Ha, so do I. At least I thought I did.
I thought I wanted it more than anything, but now I'm not so sure


Got to have it Yeah, I made it I'm addicted Yeah, I'm feigning
I need this game, I created it, I'm hooked, and I'm craving it


It's a long shot, but is it possible there's a lane, maybe?
I know it's unlikely, but maybe there's a place for me in this game


If not, he's gonna have to come and change the whole game, ain't he?
If there's no place in the game for me, I'll have to make my own way and revolutionize the game


What would you do for a little bit? What would you give for a little hit? For that C.O.C.A.I.N.E.
What would you do for a bit of success? For a little fame? For that high that you get from being in this game?


You're operating on all cylinders Syllables spit like Dillinger's spilling ya guts
You're at the top of your game, and your lyrics are fierce and gut-wrenching


The way that it turned out was nothin' like the picture that I painted in my head
Things didn't turn out the way I expected, and it's not what I imagined


This world is a fuckin' trip ‘Cause I slip in another world, proceed, take another hit Sniff 'til I fuckin' hurl, tell ‘em all to fuckin' sit
This world is crazy, and I escape into another world through drugs. I'll keep using until I can't take it anymore


Start off right Just to see your name in lights Just so you can live the life You take a bite And lose your sight They call this (Fame)
You start out with good intentions, but then you get a taste of fame and it consumes you. They call this 'Fame'


I hear it callin' My name is callin' Why you strugglin' When you could be ballin'
I hear my name being called by the game, and wonder why I'm struggling when I could be successful


Got to have it Like Eve and the apple She had to grab it I got to take it I got to make it
I need it like Eve needed the apple in the Garden of Eden. I have to take it, make it, and succeed


Guess I can't leave then Guess I'm addicted Oh well
I realize I can't just walk away from the game, and I'm resigned to being addicted to it




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@samstevens745

TheAnt 777 I loved it to, as good as "I got it, high fived Nick Lachey
Stuck a pen in Jessica's head and walked away
And she blew around the room like a balloon
I grabbed the last can of chicken tuna
Out the trash can and zoom I
Headed straight back to the Neverland Ranch
With a peanut butter, jelly, chicken, tuna sandwich
And I ain't even gotta make no goddamn sense
I just did a whole song and I didn't say shit"



@battulgaenkhbat3256

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, 'shrooms
I done woke up with a fucking tiger in my bathroom
I am fucking 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
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything

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, lets crush a pill yeah
Fuck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol three up

Grab the key up off the counter till the camp all left the crib
Man, who'd knew that three 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 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 fucked my RV up
Bitch, 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 blond again and laugh

I'm the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, I'm demonic with the craft
There's a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
Flows dreaded like some fucking tangled hair rasta
Farian, Jamaican, relax, man
I'll send a fucking axe at you if you insist on a fucking accent
Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, check 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 fucking whore to smash the stir up
We rap like we're on

Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything

Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything

I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed
Uh, classic!
It's Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly
I told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked me
Kid you not, I'm lit up as fuck, tablecloth tucked in my pants
Then I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucks

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 fuck's the muthfuckin' deal?
This shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do a mothafuckin' cartwheel up a hill

How many bars, how many tabs?
A-c-i-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffin n-y-e-s
F-you-c-k'ed up, and it's obvious
Smoking Henny in my chest
I'm b-a-n-a-n-a-s
I'm a c-o-c-o-n-you-t

Put this CD in and then you'll see
The sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil,
the roofie to Roethlisberger
You are gonna wind up six feet deep
Under that shits creek so I hope that you brought preservers

You could put a turd on the plate
Silverware on the tablecloth to serve us
You don't bring shit to the table
I mean your grill like a Seville when a mark gets murdered
You pushing the envelope, and I'm shovin' that whole post office further
Right off the surface, to the serpents in the darkest and the farthest corner

How many bars, how many bars
Maui, wow wee, sour diesel, how many jars,
To all my people I'll be the Mars, mommy come on
She can actually wrap my nut sack 'round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall
And she can just puke from sipping this piss from my twenty four inch catheter cord

I'm the type that'll take a bath with' a whore
Drown her, bang her head on the passenger door
When I'm stashin' 'er in the back, smackin' her forehead on the dash
And its accidentally blowin', a Benz jeep horn

My friends be knowin' that when I'm on a binge, I'm stingy
Even when I'm ten deep in a room with the MG and and with' Lindsay Lohan and she on
Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka



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@Beastxxx15

Most slept on song from this era this is gold

@pyromaniacforhire

Right?! This song has been in our head periodically since the very day it dropped.

@elwoodriley390

Facts

@Prod.yungdoddi

Triple diamond*

@marjineptune5259

This song cracks me up. I’m in recovery but this song used to apply to me.

@Suprheem90

Proud of you!

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@PsychoticFreakyGaming

I love syrup pain killers cigarettes and weed

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Quitter

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