Bad Meets Evil - All I Think About [Текст Песни]

[Hook: Eminem]
From the moment I go to bed 'til I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby
So orchestrated upon a tantrum, this anger
Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
The choppa got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on ya
I'm the realist in the biz, how you live
And you can get it how you live
And while you livid I'm gon' say my pull out game is so real
I still get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly to top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come and murder you, I don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked the chair away
Let me be the first to tell you, you're looking at a superstar
My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar
I don't belong to you and I don't care who you are
Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints, got a few jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins
That's besides the point like a shooting guard
Nigga, I'm a rockstar

[Verse 2: Eminem]
With whooping cough
(I am) sick, George Clooney with an UZI
What kind of a movie star
Would hop out of a moving car just to prove he’s hard?
Fuck you doing you retard
You’ll get put in a cast as soon as we start shooting y’all
I swear I knew where the roofies are the way I drug a bitch
Through the yard, stuffed little suzie in cardboard after rapping a nude movie star
Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofing tar
So whatcha so blunt for? Did you fucking fall off, jump, or did you jump
Or did you just become more resourceful and didn’t give a funk
I just become more of a immoral self absorbed in my own world everyone orbits
Him at the table, I don’t know when I’ll be able to stop
Pulled you from the gate
One thought it generally takes and I’m off to the races
Wait mentally stable, hold your fucking horses
There’s nothing more disgusting, an animal
I just got done snorting the fucking bathroom soap and the tanning lotion
To unwarp this mind you would need some sort of an antidote
There’s not a pill for bananas though
It’s unfortunate, you got delusions of grandeur though
Acting like you’re Michelangelo with a fucking cordless [?]
I think I'm Shredder so you better better crawl back in the shell or run before you get injured
A fucking ninja turtle wouldn’t come tortoise
Two joint forces of course they’ll see what blunt force is
Cause we’d smoke you on any joint
Bad and evils back bitch
You might experience some shortness of breath
As you sit with your lungs punctured
Hear them motherfucking tears come forward
If I tell you once more then you’re done for
You’re going to have to learn how to fucking hear from a ruptured ear-drum
Of course, am I clear? you dump
You’re as dumb as a stump to think you come with a trump shortage
Bass in your face bitch, Chuck Norris’s nun-chucks morph into guns, swords
This is what blood sport is the goriest, glorious, Notorious Big in this
Showgun Morious

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5’9”]
God damn, saw the boy general
Once I slaughter it you couldn’t unslaughter it
Once I order a hit you couldn’t unorder it
Hit’s an order this though, consortium

[Hook: Eminem]
From the moment I go to bed 'til I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby
So orchestrated upon a tantrum, this anger
Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby

[Verse 4: Eminem]
If I don’t got no more drama bitch I’mma fish outta water
After all these guys I slaughter
Our cause is getting louder how the fuck did this happen
I never rap at bitches houses my audience now is broader
Devil without a cause, rebel without a pause
I am a kaze without a kami
You wouldn’t be a G if it cost me a thousand dollars
Infrared in my pencil lead always keep an extra one stocked though
In the back pocket, and both of them locked and their loaded
Like cock, twin Glocks that I’m holding, you better pause
When you see these two dots on your colon
Fucking punks you wait, just got them rocking and rolling
Cause Elvis ain’t left the building yet I’m still a villain
You feel a threat when you step in a killa's set in a millisec
With the weapon of intellect, Hannibal Lecter with the black belt
And Kung Fu protect your neck and

[Verse 5: Royce Da 5’9”]
Respect the gun move, read in the Art of War book about Sun Tzu
Realize if you defy you probably won't be around here long
Rapunzel (Get over it)
Bitch I got the bands in my pocket and the drum roll popping, yes
That’s overkill like you can kill under me
I keep the chill one degree, I hit you with a hook that’ll make you see threes
You realize as soon as you beat me, that you didn’t
Yeah, there’s still one of me, slap you, that’s a recap you
That’s normal embarrassment, and you slap me
That’s knee slap humor, that’s hardly hilarious
So we scrap over you lying, like a feline cub in a forest
Cherishing a kill from a dominant male

[Verse 6: Eminem]
And I’m born with Malaria
Form of Lou Gehrigs
To the torture and terror
Of corporate America
Poor little Erica
In the morning the sheriff's
And Law Enforcement
Will find one fourth of her buried
Under a barrier of the kitchen floorwith the stairs in an outdoor wooded area

[Hook: Eminem]
From the moment I go to bed 'til I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby
So orchestrated upon a tantrum, this anger
Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby

[Verse 7: Royce Da 5’9]
Back then, hoes didn't want it
Now black Benz all hid in corners
My spectacular, vernacular
I spit like giving Ex-Lax to a dracula
Let me translate, I’m tryna find me a bitch
And then I’m sucking on her neck while she naked
And then I’m shitting on her

[Verse 8: Eminem]
And I’m getting boners from what I’m spitting
Getting blown to smithereens in a Toyota
Getting stoner, Jonas Brothers
Brothers, songs fricken rotisserie with these birds I’m flipping
A time bomb with a nervous ticking
Another murder victim, I flirted with them first
And burrr-stick ‘em, burn up if I try to step on this side of church
*scratching noise* wanna *scratching noise* wanna make sure any who battle me crawl away
Assault and battery holiday, just when you’re thinking that’ll be all I say
I’m start automatically calling names and rattling off fellow rappers so pardon the analogy
But I disappear as quick as Natalee Holloway
It’s my mentality all the way, I’m normally a suicide mission to try dissin'
But one thing I never mind is getting called Elvis all the time
In the articles that you write which is why I never reply, cause he died shitting
So shit high, spewing my infinite supply of re-bonafide
Kidding aside, critics take my little white dick in your eyelid and fuck it
Switch subjects, moving on to the next bullet, [?] Chuckee
Who wanna play with number one overall, *scratching noise* Kid Cudi
A psycho buddy who might go nutty ‘cause he don’t like nobody
It’s nice and bloody, ‘cause he just sliced somebody
Pull out the [?]

[Verse 9: Royce Da 5’9]
[?] just saying, just for those who even kinda want it
Cause for this man I would pick up a lighter
And light em all of my lighter money
You can call it power money, hi Rihanna I mean wait
Tatiana I mean wait, hi Tatiana I gotta problem
I don’t like it, at all fuck a model
Just, whose pussy’s the tightest?
That’s amazing sit your ass down
I don’t like the pussy too tight
Get the fuck outta here and have some babies
Vocabulary still ill, the 911 still will
It’s all yellow with the black stripe, kill bill
I’m so far ahead of the skills here
I’m getting ready for my past life
I’m the real deal

[Verse 10: Eminem]
Like Holyfield, did you get replaceable lighters, that’s overkill
Till I kill over like somebody stuffed roadkill and
Ebola in my bowl of oatmeal, You know the deal
I’m not about to go through the whole spiel
Of how I’m, how I’m cold steel like a old cold snowmobile
And no feeling, it’s so jovial
But don’t be one of those who mistake me for a joke, it’s so forreal
It’s what i told the phony emcee before I broke his will
Double dribble his skull to see his soul
Told him when I snap like a photo
He’ll get exposed like a roll of film
Now here he goes again, oh
I’m so trill, I’mma get the hoes again
Like Buffalo Bill, bitch you didn’t put lotion in
The bucket, fuck it, beat the poor little old widow
With throw pillows, so [?]. finished my goat milk then
Smoke billows I lit up...ah fuck it