Bad Meets Evil The Reunion lyrics

Ayo, this next song is a true story
(Come here, bitch)
'Cause some things in this universe
Don't make sense but somehow always seem to fuckin' work

Drivin' down I-75, 'bout to hop on 696
I look over this fuckin' chick's tryin' to fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you ain't a plastic surgeon
I advise you to put up your visor, I'm gettin' kinda ticked

You're blockin' my side mirror, she's like yeah, so? I'm like so?
You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, hoe
I look like your husband, slut? That's a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up

In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates
No bitch rides shotgun, what taxi?
Stop and pick you some maxi pads up
Is that what you actually ask me?

Bitch reaches over and smacks me
Says I annoy the fuck outta her, get in the fuckin' back
Put on your slut powder, you slut, what?
Shut the fuck up now or get your feelings hurt
Worse than my last chick when I accidentally butt dialed her
She heard me spreadin' age rumors about her

Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
While I bump that Relapse CD
Tryin' to hit every bump in that cunt
Thought I snap back in that accents
'Cause she kept askin' me to quit callin' her cunt
I said, "That cunt," she said

"Marshall, you ain't really like that, oh
You're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' my heart"
She said, "You're breakin' my heart"

"You ain't really like that, oh
You're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' my heart"
She said, "You're breakin' my heart"

Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central
I walk up in there lookin' at my phone on Twitter tweetin'
I'm feelin' a bunch of bitches lookin' at a nigga, cheesin'

I get approached by this little skeeser
She asked me, am I the realest G
'Cause I'm Gucci from head to feet
I said, "Yeah, I'm really is 'cause I spit in your man's face
Like Cam did that kid on Killin' Season"

She said, "I'm feelin' a bit of ego, wait, am I talkin' wrong?"
I said "Nah, I'm a walkin' Kanye, Beyoncé song"
She said, "I'm mad at you" I said, "Why?"
She said, "Why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do?"

I said, "I make songs for me, leave the studio
And go and fuck the bitch who belongs to makin' songs for you"
She said, "I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?"
I said, "You just used the word swagger, so no" she said

"You ain't really like that, oh
You're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?

'Cause you're breakin' my heart"
She said, "You're breakin' my heart"

"You ain't really like that, oh
You're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' my heart"
She said, "You're breakin' my heart"

We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'til I'm fuckin' hunchback
Where the fuck's this party at slutbag cunt? Cut what act?
Think it's an act? Fuck that, I'm tryin' to shag scuz
Better find this love shack or somewhere to fuck at
Ah, don't touch that you fat dyke

I'm trynin' to hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
Don't act like you don't like 'em, them accents, I rap tight
And I'ma torture 'til we find this place, yeah that's right
Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke

Better hit that map light, read them directions, oh yeah
You can't read and you can't write, told me that last night
She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half like
Relapse sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like

Blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of black ice
Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back, we jackknifed
Bitch flew out of the car, I laughed like she deserved it
She didn't think I'd act like that in person
Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club

Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryin' to break up this cat fight
Between my mistress and damn wife
Then a chick wanted a hug, she was fat
So I gave her that, then told her to scat, I'm not mean, I'm cute

On my way to the front door, takin' the scenic route
To avoid this chick with a lace front
Lookin' like Venus' and Serena's hooves
I'm just sayin' them chicks got horse asses
They been attractive, hope when they see me
They don't slap me with they tennis rackets

My mind drifted back to this shit
I seen my wife push her down
Step over her body then smack the mistress
Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to vicious
Then I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin

He mugs the mistress, turns around
And gives the missus hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel, "Yeah, watch this shit"
He smacks the dentures out of the mouth
Of the fat bitch he rode with, looks back to mention
"Royce, it's good to be back to business," they say

"You ain't really like that, oh
You're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' our heart"
They said, "You're breakin' our heart"

"You ain't really like that, oh
You're puttin' on a show, where's your mic at?
'Cause you're breakin' our heart"
They said, "You're breakin' our heart"