Scary Movies [Instrumental Version] [Instrumental]

What's your favorite scary movie? Yo, Slim Shady (yo, Royce 5'9") Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?) We got the film right here Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers Buck if I really have to, I really slap you King of Detroit, who they namin' the city after (what?) Scandalous partners whose grammar hammers the hard shit Into your heart with content, yo, who wanna start with? Expert, Bad and Evil is comin' soon MCs get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin' (what?) Leavin' all of you cats shittin' kittens I gotta diss you, my niggas be cockin' pistols Shot and split you, fuck splittin' the profits with you (what?) Six percent of y'all niggas is just pretend Cliques with clits, pussy niggas stink with dicks (what?) Niggas act bully and blast for the fast penny My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packin' semi Speak darts — yo, you get paid? Rhymin' about it is the sweet part You can't be street smart with a cheap heart 5'9", a street nigga with deep feelin' (what?) I keep illin', my steez willin' to keep killin' (what?) Fuck rap! A lot of y'all all is just acts Trust that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at And I'ma spit thunder (what?) stick to my guns Niggas is finished before they gimmicks: one-hit wonders What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls I'm a pitbull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (what?) Split y'all, holler, "It's on!" – then I diss y'all All of y'all niggas get pissed on claimin' you pissed off Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin' in with they team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin' in with they team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin' Any man plannin' to battle'll get snatched outta his clothes So fast it'll look like an invisible man standin' I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail Bill Clinton, hit this — and you better inhale! 'Cause any MC that chooses to go against me Is gettin' taken advantage of, like Monica Lewinsky (leave me alone!) Came home in a frenzy, pushin' a ten speed Screamin' to Aunt Peg (Aunt Peg!) with three spokes stickin' outta my pant leg Fuck a headache! Give me a migraine, damn it, I like pain (aah!) You should be anywhere that a mic ain't You rap knowin' you wack You act up and I'm throwin' you down a flight of steps Then I'm throwin' you back up them If they don't like the track, fuck 'em! The rap struck 'em, harder than gettin' hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on And any half-assed known rapper to trespass Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding) So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!) I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie I'm free-fallin' feet first out of a damn tree To stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe And when I'm down to my last breath I'ma climb the Empire State Building And get to the last step and still have half left Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin' in with they team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin' in with they team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it Bad, the bad (uhh, when the bad meets the bad, yo) The evil (take the evil with the evil) Put 'em together (what? Nine-nine) Two times Slim Shady Royce da 5'9"