Bad Meets Evil
Eminem Lyrics


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I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts
You know, there's a story behind that there saloon
Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over
Sheriffs couldn't stop 'em
Quickest damn gun slingers I've ever seen
Got murdered in cold blood
That old saloon there was their lil' home away from home
They say the ghosts of bad and evil still live in that tavern
And on a quiet night
You can still hear the footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da 5'9"

I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph
And the noise is spread, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head (uh)
Trapped him in his room, possess him and hoist his bed
'Til the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead
Told him each one of his boys is dead (oh)
I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said

Yo, who hard? Yo, I done heard worse
We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other
To see which one will swerve first
Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds
That of a globe, on top of nine other planets
Kissed the cheek of the devil
Intelligence level is hellier than treble peakin' on speakers in the ghetto
Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of an atheist
Intercepting missiles with my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the black knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked, it's like the Nazis and the Nations
Collaborating, attemptin' to take over the earth

'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil
We hit the trees 'til we look like Vietnamese people
He's evil, and I'm bad like Steve Seagal
Above the law 'cause I don't agree with police either
(Shit, me neither)
We ain't eager to be legal
So please leave me with the keys to your Jeep Eagle
I breathe ether in three lethal amounts
While I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle (ah)
Releasin' rage on anybody in squeezing range
Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezing rain (he's insane)
No I'm not, I just want to shoot up and I'm pissed off
'Cause I can't find a decent vein

The disaster with dreads
I'm bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough
To kill my soul after I'm dead
When in danger, it's funny, actually my flavor's similar to a waiter
'Cause I serve any stranger with money
I spray a hundred, men until they joint chains
While slippin' bullets at point blank range like they was punches
Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral
Service lobby and strangle your body to confirm it
Whippin' human ass, throwin' blows, crackin' jaws
With my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass
I'm blazin' MC's, at the same time amazin' MC's
Somehow MC's ain't that eye-brow raisin' to me
From all of angles of us, flash a MAC loud enough to cast a avalanche
And bust 'til volcanoes erupt

Hello? (Billy)
Ayo, what's up? (We're comin' to get you)
Stop, they know it's us

I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (Uh-huh)
I'm the one who burned your house down (oh)
Well, I'm out now (shit)
And this time I'm comin' back to blow your house up
And I ain't gon' leave you a window to jump out of
Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms
And you won't see me like fat people in steam rooms
And when I go to hell and I'm gettin' ready to leave
I'ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe

'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil
And we hit the trees 'til we look like Vietnamese people
He's evil, and I'm bad like Steve Seagal
Against peaceful, see you in hell for the sequel

(We'll be waitin')
See you in hell (uh-huh)
Wall Street (yup)
Royce Da 5'9", Slim Shady (uh)
See you in hell for the sequel (bye-bye)
Bad meets Evil, what? (Until next time)

And so, that's the story of when Bad meets Evil
Two of the most wanted individuals in the county
Made Jesse James and Billy the Kid look like law-abiding citizens
It's too bad they had to go out the way they did
Got shot in the back comin' out of that old saloon




But their spirits still live on to this day
Shh, wait, did y'all hear that?

Overall Meaning

The “Bad Meets Evil” is a very challenging song to interpret as it consists of a lot of metaphors and similes. The chorus of the song is “This is what happens when Bad meet Evil” which is a metaphor telling the story of two groups or two individuals that are fierce enemies and battling each other. Eminem and Royce Da 5’9” are talking about themselves as they used to be enemies when they were young, but the two rappers came together to write this song. In the first verse of the song, Eminem and Royce are both ghosts haunting a saloon which is a metaphor for the industry inside their heads. The world is represented as the saloon, and their guilt haunts them as the ghosts.


The second part of the song is a call and response between Eminem and Royce, and Royce is playing the role of Evil while Eminem takes on the role of Bad. Throughout the song, they refer to themselves as Bad and Evil, and they are using their metaphors to represent their names. In the final verse, they both say “See you in hell for the sequel,” which is a metaphorical reference to their reuniting and making more music. The ending of the song also gives a hint that they still have some beef with each other.


Line by Line Meaning

I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts
You probably don't know much about this place


You know, there's a story behind that there saloon
Let me tell you the backstory of that saloon


Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over
Two criminals completely controlled this town two decades ago


Sheriffs couldn't stop 'em
The local law enforcement couldn't prevent their actions


Quickest damn gun slingers I've ever seen
These outlaws were exceptionally fast and skilled with their guns


Got murdered in cold blood
They were mercilessly killed


That old saloon there was their lil' home away from home
The saloon served as their second home


They say the ghosts of bad and evil still live in that tavern
Legends say that the spirits of these infamous outlaws still haunt the saloon


And on a quiet night, you can still hear the footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da 5'9"
During peaceful nights, people claim to hear the footsteps of these two rappers


I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
I don't communicate verbally, I exist as a ghostly presence


I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
I am not a physical being, but an intangible entity within the music


I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph
My lyrics are like seismic waves, translated when spoken


And the noise is spread, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head (uh)
The sound is then carried and conveyed through Royce's mind


Trapped him in his room, possess him and hoist his bed
I have confined him in his own space, controlling him and disturbing his sleep


'Til the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead
Until his veins are filled with malevolence, like deadly toxins


Told him each one of his boys is dead (oh)
I informed him that all of his friends have perished


I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said
I tempted him to embrace evil, and he willingly agreed


Yo, who hard? Yo, I done heard worse
Who is tough? I have experienced more challenging situations


We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other
We can engage in a dangerous game of chicken


To see which one will swerve first
To determine who will give in and veer off first


Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds
Two reckless individuals in a frenzy, both lacking rational thinking


That of a globe, on top of nine other planets
Their mental capabilities are comparable to a globe, superior to others


Kissed the cheek of the devil
They have associated or aligned themselves with evil


Intelligence level is hellier than treble peakin' on speakers in the ghetto
Their intellectual capacity is more devilish than the highest pitch on speakers in a less privileged neighborhood


Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of an atheist
I am unfair and biased, dishonoring the beliefs of non-believers


Intercepting missiles with my bare hands like a patriot
I intercept dangerous threats without any protection, like a patriotic hero


One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse
I lyrically defeated opponents without traditional weapons, metaphorically silencing those who oppose me


In my past life when the black knight mounted the white horse
In a previous existence, embodying darkness and triumph over righteousness


And stay over-worked, it's like the Nazis and the Nations
I remain constantly busy, as if collaborating with oppressors and conquerors


Collaborating, attemptin' to take over the earth
Uniting forces, striving to achieve global dominance


'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil
This is the consequence when wickedness encounters malevolence


We hit the trees 'til we look like Vietnamese people
We smoke marijuana excessively, to the point of appearing heavily influenced


He's evil, and I'm bad like Steve Seagal
He is malicious, while I am dangerous like the actor Steve Seagal


Above the law 'cause I don't agree with police either
I consider myself exempt from following the law because I don't trust the police


(Shit, me neither)
(Damn, neither do I)


We ain't eager to be legal
We have no desire to conform to legal standards


So please leave me with the keys to your Jeep Eagle
Kindly give me the keys to your vehicle


I breathe ether in three lethal amounts
I consume intoxicating substances in dangerous quantities


While I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle (ah)
Simultaneously injecting myself with infected needles in my knee


Releasin' rage on anybody in squeezing range
Unleashing my anger on anyone within my grasp


Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezing rain (he's insane)
My actions are so extreme that they can alter the climate, turning rain into ice (he is insane)


No I'm not, I just want to shoot up and I'm pissed off
I'm not insane, I just want to inject drugs and I'm extremely angry


'Cause I can't find a decent vein
Because I am struggling to find a suitable blood vessel for injecting drugs


The disaster with dreads
Referring to himself as a disastrous figure, with dreadlocks


I'm bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough
I am capable of attempting suicide and surviving against the odds


To kill my soul after I'm dead
To completely destroy my spiritual essence after my physical death


When in danger, it's funny, actually my flavor's similar to a waiter
In threatening situations, ironically, my style is comparable to that of a humble server


'Cause I serve any stranger with money
I am willing to assist anyone who pays me


I spray a hundred, men until they joint chains
I fire a hundred bullets, affecting multiple individuals and causing them to unite in their struggle


While slippin' bullets at point blank range like they was punches
Swiftly firing bullets at close proximity, as if throwing punches


Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral
I disrespectfully urinate on a flag, set it on fire, kill you, and attend your funeral


Service lobby and strangle your body to confirm it
In your funeral home, I would violently confirm your death by strangling your lifeless body


Whippin' human ass, throwin' blows, crackin' jaws
Beating people, delivering strong punches, and breaking jaws


With my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass
My hands are protected by bandages, soaked in adhesive and fragments of glass


I'm blazin' MC's, at the same time amazin' MC's
I am greatly surpassing other rappers while astonishing them simultaneously


Somehow MC's ain't that eyebrow raisin' to me
Strangely, other rappers don't impress or surprise me


From all angles of us, flash a MAC loud enough to cast an avalanche
From any position, I brandish a MAC-10 firearm with such noise that it causes an avalanche


And bust 'til volcanoes erupt
And continue shooting until volcanoes metaphorically explode


Hello? (Billy)
Is anyone there? (Calling out to Billy)


Ayo, what's up? (We're comin' to get you)
Hey, what's happening? (We are coming to find you)


Stop, they know it's us
Halt, they have identified us


I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (Uh-huh)
I used to be outspoken, do you recall? (Yes)


I'm the one who burned your house down (oh)
I am responsible for setting your house on fire


Well, I'm out now (shit)
But now I am free (expression of frustration)


And this time I'm comin' back to blow your house up
This time, I am returning to completely destroy your residence


And I ain't gon' leave you a window to jump out of
I won't give you any means to escape


Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms
Provide me with two large doses of hallucinogenic substances


And you won't see me like fat people in steam rooms
And then you won't be able to see me, just like how overweight individuals appear obscured in steam rooms


And when I go to hell and I'm gettin' ready to leave
When I end up in hell and prepare to depart


I'ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe
I will sell a bag of air and charge others for the privilege of breathing


'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil
This is the outcome when wickedness encounters malevolence


And we hit the trees 'til we look like Vietnamese people
We smoke marijuana excessively, resulting in an appearance like that of Vietnamese individuals


He's evil, and I'm bad like Steve Seagal
He is malicious, while I am dangerous like the actor Steve Seagal


Against peaceful, see you in hell for the sequel
In opposition to peace, I'll see you in hell for the next installment


(We'll be waitin')
(We will be waiting)


See you in hell (uh-huh)
We will meet in hell (yes)


Wall Street (yup)
Reference to the financial district of New York City


Royce Da 5'9", Slim Shady (uh)
Referring to Royce Da 5'9" and Eminem's alter ego, Slim Shady


See you in hell for the sequel (bye-bye)
We will see each other in hell for the next installment (goodbye)


Bad meets Evil, what? (Until next time)
Bad meets Evil, what's up? (Until we meet again)


And so, that's the story of when Bad meets Evil
In conclusion, that's the tale of the encounter between wickedness and malevolence


Two of the most wanted individuals in the county
Two of the most sought-after criminals in the area


Made Jesse James and Billy the Kid look like law-abiding citizens
They made famous outlaws Jesse James and Billy the Kid seem like law-abiding individuals


It's too bad they had to go out the way they did
It's unfortunate that they met their demise in the manner they did


Got shot in the back comin' out of that old saloon
They were fatally shot as they exited the historic saloon


But their spirits still live on to this day
However, their presence continues to exist even now


Shh, wait, did y'all hear that?
Quiet, wait, did you all hear something?




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Mark Bass, Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Marshall Mathers, Ryan Montgomery

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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