Bad Meets Evil
Eminem & Royce da 59 Lyrics

I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts
I assume you're not familiar with this location

You know, there's a story behind that there saloon
You see, that saloon has a history

Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over
A couple of criminals dominated this town two decades back

Sheriffs couldn't stop 'em
The law enforcement couldn't apprehend them

Quickest damn gun slingers I've ever seen
The fastest gunslingers I've witnessed

Got murdered in cold blood
They were ruthlessly killed

That ol' saloon there was their lil' home away from home
The old saloon was their personal haven

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

And on a quiet night
During a peaceful evening

You can still hear the footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da 5'9"
One can still perceive the footfalls of Slim Shady and Royce Da 5'9"

I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
My presence is ethereal, suspended in the atmosphere like a ghostly apparition

I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
I'm not a tangible being, but rather a spectral essence bound to the music

I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph
My words are conveyed as seismic waves recorded on a seismograph

And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head
The sound is generated, captured, and relayed through Royce's mind

Trapped him in his room, possess him and hoist his bed
Imprisoned him in his own room, took control of him, and disturbed his sleep

'Til the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead
Until the wickedness courses through his veins like toxic metal

Told him each one of his boys is dead
Informed him that all of his friends have been killed

I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said
I enticed him to embrace malice, and he made the decision to join me

Who hard? Yo I done heard worse
Who's tough? I've heard far more severe

We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other
We can each drive towards each other at high speeds

To see which one will swerve first
To determine who will veer away first

Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds
Two reckless criminals panic, whose level of rationality

That of a globe, on top of nine other planets
Is comparable to a globe, encompassing the intelligence of nine other worlds

Kissed the cheek of the devil
I embraced the devil's influence

Intelligence level is 'hell-ier' than treble peakin' on speakers in the ghetto
My intellect surpasses hell itself, akin to the sharpness of amplified sound in impoverished areas

Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of an atheist
I disregard fairness, I'm biased, I've discredited atheism

Intercepting missiles with my bare hands like a patriot
I catch missiles barehandedly, akin to a patriotic individual

One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse
I've divided one path without weapons, I've concealed the body of Christ in the past

In my past life when the Black Knight mounted the white horse
In a previous existence, when the villainous knight rode the pale horse

And stay over-worked, it's like the Nazis in the nations
I continually labor, similar to the Nazis expanding their influence

Collaborating, attemptin' to take over the earth
Pooling their resources, striving to conquer the whole world

'Cause this is what happens when bad meets evil
Because this is the outcome when wickedness encounters malevolence

We hit the trees til' we look like Vietnamese people
We engage in intense drug use until we resemble individuals from Vietnam

He's evil, and I'm bad like Steve Seagal
He embodies malevolence, while I represent wickedness like Steve Seagal

Above the law 'cause I don't agree with police either
Exempt from the law because I also oppose the police

(shit, me neither)
(damn, me neither)

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

So please leave me wit' the keys to your Jeep Eagle
So kindly grant me possession of your Jeep Eagle

I breathe ether in three lethal amounts
I inhale large doses of a highly potent substance

While I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle
Simultaneously puncturing my knee with an infected syringe

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)
Intense enough to transform seasons into freezing rain (He's mentally unstable)

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

'Cause I can't find a decent vein
Because I'm unable to locate a suitable vein for drug administration

The disaster wit' dreads
The chaotic figure with dreadlocks

I'm bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough
I possess the audacity to attempt suicide and endure beyond

To kill my soul after I'm dead
To annihilate my soul even in the afterlife

When in danger it's funny actually my flavor's similar to a waiter
In peril, ironically my essence is akin to that of a waiter

'Cause I serve any stranger wit' money
Because I cater to any unfamiliar individual with money

I spray a hundred, men until they joint chains
I spray bullets upon a hundred men, uniting them with a common fate

While slippin' bullets at point blank range like they was punches
Simultaneously firing bullets at close proximity as if they were punches

Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral
Desecrate a flag by urinating on it, kill you, and attend your funeral

Service lobby and strangle your body to confirm it
Enter the funeral service area and choke your corpse to ascertain your demise

Whippin' human ass, throwin' blows, crackin' jaws
Engaging in physical combat, delivering punches, shattering jaws

Wit' my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass
With my fists protected by bandages and coated in adhesive and shards of glass

I'm blazin' MC's, at the same time amazin' MC's
I'm impressively overpowering other rappers while astonishing them

Somehow MC's ain't that eye-brow raisin to me
Surprisingly, other rappers fail to impress me

From all of angles of us, flash a mack loud enough to cast a avalanche
From all directions, we brandish a loud firearm capable of triggering an avalanche

And bust 'til volcanoes erupt
And continue firing until volcanoes erupt

Hello? (Billy)
Hello? (calling out to Billy)

'Ay-yo what's up (we're comin' to get you)
Hey, what's happening? (announcing their arrival to get Billy)

Stop they know it's us!
Halt, they recognize our presence!

I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (uh-huh)
I used to be brash, do you recall? (affirmative)

I'm the one who burned your house down (oh)
I'm the individual who set your house on fire (oh)

Well I'm out now (shit)
Well, I'm free now (damn)

And this time I'm comin' back to blow your house up
And this time, I'm returning to demolish your house

And I ain't gonna leave you a window to jump out of
And I won't provide you an escape route

Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms
Provide me with two large doses of LSD and three psychedelic mushrooms

And you won't see me like fat people in steam rooms
And you won't catch sight of me, just like overweight individuals in steam rooms

And when I go to hell and I'm gettin' ready to leave
As I descend into hell and prepare for my departure

I'm a put air in a bag and charge people to breathe
I will capture air in a bag and demand payment for its consumption

'Cause this is what happens when bad meets evil
Because this is the outcome when malevolence encounters wickedness

And we hit the trees 'til we look like Vietnamese people
We engage in excessive drug use until we resemble Vietnamese individuals

He's evil, and I'm bad like Steve Seagal
He embodies malevolence, and I represent wickedness like Steve Seagal

Against peaceful, see you in hell for the sequel
Opposing tranquility, I'll meet you in hell for the next installment

(We'll be waitin')
(We'll be eagerly anticipating)

See you in hell
Farewell, I'll see you in the underworld

Wall Street
An expression of surprise or disbelief

Royce Da 5'9, Slim Shady
The names of the two artists

See you in hell for the sequel (bye bye)
Expect to encounter you in hell for the next installment (goodbye)

Bad meets evil, what? ('Til next time)
Evil collides with wickedness, what? (Until we meet again)

And so that's the story when bad meets evil
And that's the tale of what occurs when malevolence encounters wickedness

Two of the most wanted individuals in the county
Two of the most sought-after outlaws in the region

Made Jesse James and Billy the Kid look like law-abiding citizens
Caused Jesse James and Billy the Kid to seem like law-abiding individuals

It's too bad they had to go out the way they did
It's unfortunate that their fate was as it turned out

Got shot in the back comin' out of that ol' saloon
They were fatally shot from behind while exiting that old saloon

But their spirits still live on to this day
Nevertheless, their spirits continue to exist even now

Shh, wait, did y'all hear that?
Shh, hold on, did all of you hear that?