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And a teardrop tattooed eye
They call me Little Caesar in the
Brotherhood of crime
I know about the pain
Dying in an alley with an
Air-conditioned brain
I
like timeout
No disrespect to your broad I know she might be your hard
But mine is more like my brain, without her man I'm insane
Got down bitch
Without you, I get lost in the bad, ooh
My mind went running after you
Now it's lost in my head too

A flood, french blood flowed through my veins
Cool
[Intro]
Got to let this woman know its real 
Exactly how the rudebwoy feel 
Oh baby, Oh lady (a big bad rhythm) 
Yeah 

[Chorus x2]
This one
me cry 
Open the blinds and the world is in rotation 
Shaking my mind like an Etch a Sketch erasing 
Sunshine  you were bad  I'm 
Still mad but I
it stays inside you
Hypnotizing and mesmerizing
The cerebral cortex, but without realizing
You become confused and so enthused
Cause the rhymes I use
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
like abel and cain
Wisen up and use your brain
There'll be no limit, to the things that you can gain
In positivity, balance it with negativity
Until
like timeout
No disrespect to your broad I know she might be your hard
But mine is more like my brain, without her man I'm insane
Got down b****
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
Figure stress to make you blow your brains out
From the inside, without the double barrel
Blood bubble, eyes narrow
Vains bulged from the forehead
More
were gone without a trace
And the waves echoed her laughter
And her words...Yo Later Dude.
Later that night I was in such a bad mood
Sittin' in a bar
Never-ending thirst for data
Salvaged from the lost computer
Immaculate, verses scatter
We tackle and toss a loser off a pedestal created by actions
WITHOUT A FEEL OF WHAT'S REAL
BUT THEN YOU SAY WE ALWAYS LOOSE OUR EDGE
BUT BABY, BABY...IS THAT TOO BAD?
YOU KNOW I LIKE YOU A LOT BUT...
IT STILL HITS ME
[Royce]	What? Uhh..
[Em]	The Bad..
[Royce]	Yeah..
[Em]	The Evil..
[Royce] Right, yo
[Em]	put em together

[Chorus: Royce the 5-9, Eminem]
What? Uh
The Bad
Yeah
The Evil
Right, yo
put em together

Royce the 5-9, Eminem
Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip
If
way out
So I can find some peace of brain or a comfortable ride
A cool place to hide
Or a get rich quick scheme
A scapegoat or an excuse without any
give a f***

Zoning off one joint
Stop in a limo, hop in the window
Shopping the demo with gun point
A lyricist without a clue
What year is this?
F***
give a fuck

Zoning off one joint
Stop in a limo, hop in the window
Shopping the demo with gun point
A lyricist without a clue
What year is this?
Fuck
thang
I know it was bad, baby
Aye babe, lately you been all on my brain

And if somebody woulda told me a month ago
Frontin' on, yo, I wouldn't want
it stays inside you
Hypnotizing and mesmerizing
The cerebral cortex, but without realizing
You become confused and so enthused
Cause the rhymes I use
started bustin
Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
stop 
Mic check y'all 
And ya don't quit

Verse two 
'bout to slay you worst than the first verse 
Packin' my purse but yo without one curse 
I
[Royce]	What? Uhh..
[Em]	The Bad..
[Royce]	Yeah..
[Em]	The Evil..
[Royce] Right, yo
[Em]	put em together

Chorus: Royce the 5-9, Eminem
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think

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