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Bad Meets Evil What The Beat

do what the beats say do [Eminem:] It's just... Slim Shady and DJ Clue I ain't evil, I just do what the beats say do [Royce Da 5'9":] Unnh... Royce

to drop dead, was it? Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it What difference it make? What

my automatic let you have it, you don't wanna see any evil Motherfuckers, I'll take it to the people Then I will meet you at the funeral Get 'em up

, Slim Shady See you in hell for the sequel, bye bye Bad meets evil, what? Till next time {And so that's the story when bad meets evil Two of the most

they never had us Mad at us, but I flex my tactics What's gon' happen is, nigga gon' mind they biz And better leave mine alone You askin' me what's been

'm straight with that Marshall call me the fifty four and laced the track This the beat, you hear it bangin', he produced it himself My bad, almost forgot

the way of my set, that's the time Enter the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling Record labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling I know a few true

wanna be, which means they wanna breath our air With these ideas, anybody thinkin' that the game don't need The bad and the evil regime That's like saying that bad

comin' and I'm straight with that Marshall call me 50 ??? and laced the track This the beat you hear it bangin', he produced it himself My bad almost