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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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Gnorts Mr Alien

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 little "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 a noise is spread, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head
Trap him in his room, possess him and hoist his bed
Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead
Told him each one of his boys is dead

I asked him to come to the dark side
He made a choice and said

Who hard? Yo I done heard worse
We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other
To see which one'll 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 peaking 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 Nation collaborating attempting to take over the Earth

'Cause this is what happens when Bad meets Evil
And we hit the trees till 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
Releasing 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, man until they joint chains
While slipping 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

Whipping human ass, throwing blows, cracking jaws
With my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass
I'm blazing MCs, at the same time amazing MCs
Somehow, MCs ain't that eyebrow-raising to me
From all of angles of us, flash a Mack loud enough

To cast a avalanche and bust till volcanoes erupt

Hello?

Ayo, what's up?
We're coming to get you!
Stop! They know it's us!

I used to be a loudmouth, remember me?
I'm the one who burned your house down, well I'm out now
And this time I'm coming 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 getting 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 till 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 waiting
See you in Hell
Wall Street, Royce Da 5'9", Slim Shady
See you in hell for the sequel
Bad Meets Evil, what
Till next time

And so that's the story 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 coming out of that old saloon
But their spirits still live on till this day
Shhh...
Wait, did y'all hear that?



Marta

[Intro: Cowboy (Jeff Bass)]
I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts
You know, there's a story behind that there saloon
20 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 little 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"

[Verse 1: Eminem & 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 (Uhh)
Trap 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 (Ohh)
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'll 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
Interceptin' 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 Nation
Collaboratin', attemptin' to take over the Earth
[Chorus: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"]
'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

[Verse 2: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"]
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 (Ahh)
Releasin' rage on anybody in squeezin' range
Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezin' 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, man, 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' emcees, at the same time amazin' emcees
Somehow, emcees ain't that eyebrow-raisin' to me
From all of angles of us, flash a MAC loud enough
To cast a avalanche and bust 'til volcanoes erupt
[Interlude: Eminem]
Hello? (Billy?)
Ayo, what’s up? (We're comin' to get you)
Stop, they know it's us

[Verse 3: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"]
I used to be a loudmouth, remember me?(Uh-uh)
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 with 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

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Eminem]
'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 waiting) 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)
[Outro: Cowboy (Jeff Bass)]
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 'til this day
Shh, wait, did y'all hear that?



Blake Borchers

"See you in Hell for the sequel, when bad meets evil."

12 years later they release BME Hell: The Sequel

2004 em states "look out for my next single it's called my salsa"

12 years later em announces new album after releasing "Campaign Speech"

TLDR; its salsa time



All comments from YouTube:

CLOUD 雲

New music will be coming soon on this channel, just got this channel back. <3

Young Wisdom

@Techno Punk are you dumb?

Jesús Pérez

Where's the music?

Salt Service

^ Can the Real Slim Shady PLEASE STAND UP!

Techno Punk

Are you the real Eminem?

Techno Punk

Ayo if you see this ur edgy music got me through hard times from getting name called to getting beat up. keep goin shady

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Brew Bear

"20 years ago two outlaws took this town over" sounds even more dope today because this song is now 20 years old

Jeremy Ruse

Aye!

Justin Rose

La0ppm 😭🦇😋😂🇺🇸

Adrian Belfiore

Yep

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