Bad Meets Evil - All I Think About Lyrics
[Hook: Eminem]From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake upAll day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)So I go straight at opponents' heads with this angerAlways, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]The chopper got about fifty bulletsAin't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on youI'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?Cause you can get it how you liveAnd while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so realI still get rid of kids, now that's illThe top of your head can fly of the top of convertiblesAin't gon' really take no time to come through and murder youI don't fake mine, I do this the fair waySnitches get stitches, blown away and left on displayHung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair awayLet me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstarMy microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitarI don't belong to you and I don't care who you areYeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple jointsGot a few Jordans, three, four pairs of LouboutinsThat's besides the point like a shootin' guardNigga, I'm a rockstar[Eminem]With whoopin' cough(I am) sick, George Clooney wit' a UziWhat kind of a movie starWould hop out a movin' car just to prove he’s hard?"***** you doin', you retard?"Should be put in a cast as soon as we start shootin', dogYou swear I knew where the Roofies areThe way I drug a ***** through the yardStuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her ***** and newly scarredBody in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tarSo what you so blunt for?Did you *****in' fall off, chump? Or did you jump?Or did you just become moreBeen into a funk, I just become morbidAnd more self-absorbed in my own world, everyone orbitsPen at the table, I don’t know when I’ll be able to stopTold you from the gateOne thought it generally takes and I’m off to the racesWait, mentally stable, hold your *****in' horsesThere’s nothin' more disgustin' an animalI just got done snortin' the *****in' bathroom soapAnd the tannin' lotionTo unwarp this mind you gon' need some sort of an antidoteThere’s not a pill for bananas thoughIt’s unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur thoughActin' like you’re Michelangelo with a *****in' cordlessI think I'm Shredder, so you better better crawl back in your shellOr run 'fore you get injuredA *****in' Ninja Turtle wouldn’t come toward usTwo joint forces, of course this is what blunt force isCause we’d smoke you on any jointBad and evil's back, *****You might experience some shortness of breathAs you sit with your lungs puncturedHear their mother*****in' tears come pourin'If I tell you once more, then you’re done forYou’re going to have to learnHow to *****in' hear from a ruptured eardrumForrest, am I clear? You Gump, you’re as dumb as a stumpTo think we'd come with a trump shortageBass in your face, *****Chuck Norris’ nunchucks morph into guns, swordsThis is what blood sport isThe goriest, glorious, notorious bigamous, shogun warriors[Royce Da 5'9"]God damn, the Slaughter boy generalOnce I slaughter it, you couldn’t un-slaughter itOnce I order a hit, you couldn’t un-order itHit's an order, this the consortium[Hook: Eminem]From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake upAll day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this angerAlways, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)[Verse 2: Eminem]If I don’t got no more drama, *****, I’m a fish outta water bottleAfter all these guys I slaughterApplause is gettin' louder, how the ***** did this happen?I never rapped for *****es, how's it my audience now is broader?Devil without a cause, rebel without a pauseI am a kaze without the kamiYou wouldn’t be a G if it cost me a thousand dollarsInfrared in my pencil leadBut always keep an extra one stocked thoughIn the back pocket and both of 'em lockedAnd they're loaded, like *****ed twin Glocks that I’m holdin'You better pause when you see these two dots on your colon*****in' punks, you wait, just got to rockin' and rollin'Cause Elvis ain’t left the buildin' yet, I’m still a villainYou feel a threat when I step in and kill a set in a millisecWith the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black beltAnd kung fu, protect your neck and[Royce Da 5'9"]Respect the gun ruleRead in the Art of War book 'bout Sun TzuYou realize if you defy, you probably won't be around here longRapunzel (get over it)Look, *****, I got the bands in my pocketAnd the drum roll poppin', that's...That’s overkill, I keep the kill under meI keep the chill one degreeI hit you with a hook that’ll make you see threesYou realize as soon as you beat me that you didn’tYeah, there’s still one of me, I'll meat slap youThat’s a recap view, that’s normal embarrassingAnd you slap me, that’s knee-slap humor, that’s hardly hilariousSo we scrap over you lying like a feline cub in a forestCherishing a kill from a dominant male[Eminem]And I’m born with MalariaForm of Lou GehrigsTo the torture and terrorOf corporate AmericaPoor little EricaIn the morning the sheriff'sAnd Law EnforcementWill find one fourth of her buriedUnder a barrier of the kitchen floorwith the stairs in an outdoor wooded area[Hook: Eminem]From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake upAll day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)So orchestrated, opponent's heads with this angerAlways, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]Back then, hoes didn't want itNow black Benz all hid in cornersMy spectacular, vernacularI spit like giving Ex-Lax to a DraculaLet me translate, I’m tryna find me a *****And then I’m sucking on her neck while she *****And then I’m shitting on her[Eminem]And I’m getting boners from what I’m spittingGetting blown to smithereens in a ToyotaGetting stoner, Jonas BrothersBrothers, songs fricken rotisserie how these birds are flippingA time bomb with a nervous tickingAnother murder victim, I flirted with them firstAnd burrr-stick ‘em, I burn up if I try to step up inside a Church Chicken*scratching noise* wanna *scratching noise* making sure any who battle me crawl awayAssault and battery holiday, and just when you’re thinking that’ll be all I sayI’ll start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogyBut I disappear as quick as Natalie HollowayIt’s my mentality all the way, I’m normally a suicide mission to try dissin'But one thing I never mind's getting called Elvis all the timeIn the articles that you write which is why I never reply, cause he died shittingSo-a, shitting, I'm spitting my infinite supply of written bonafideKidding aside, critics take my little white dick in your eyelid and ***** itSwitch subjects, moving on to the next one its, Ch- ChuckyWho wanna play with number one overall, Kid CudiA psycho buddy who might go nutty ‘cause he don’t like nobodyHis knife's so bloody ‘cause he just sliced somebodyPull out the Schick Hydro and[Royce Da 5’9]In light of what he, just said, this for those who even kinda want itCause for this man, I would take a lighterAnd light up all of my Lighter moneyYou can call it pyro money, "Hi Rihanna"I mean wait, "Hi Tianna", wait, "Hi Tatiana", shitI gotta problem I don’t like, it's called ***** a model-itisWho ***** the tightest?That’s amazing, sit your ass downI don’t like the ***** too tightGet the ***** outta here and have some babiesVocabulary still ill, the 911 still willIt’s all yellow with the black stripe, kill billI’m so far ahead of the skills hereI’m getting ready for my past lifeI’m the real deal[Eminem]Like Holyfield, think you irreplaceable? Bite it (that’s overkill)'Till I kill over like somebody stuffed roadkill andEbola in my bowl of oatmeal, you know the dealI’m not about to sit and go through the whole spielOf how I’m, how I’m cold steel like a old cold snowmobileAnd no feeling, it’s so jovialBut don’t be one of those who mistake me for a joke, it’s so for realIt’s what I told the phoney emcee before I broke his willDouble dribble his skull to see his soulTold him when I snap like a photoHe’ll get exposed like a roll of filmNow here he goes again, ohI’m so trill, I’mma get the hoes againLike Buffalo Bill's, ***** you didn’t put lotion inThe bucket, ***** it, beat the poor little old widowWith throat pillows, soap brillos, finished my goat milk thenSmoke billows I lit up-- ah, ***** it
