bad meets evil
welcome 2 hell
Yeah, told you we'd be back Welcome to hell  There's a switch, I flip, I spit emotions cut off So cold I'll roast my butt off And it ain't even anticipating the tip of the  Ice burg in the middle of the ocean yet so fuck off Other words I didn't put a dent in a can  Compared to the damage I've yet to do  Long as you still have feelings to hurt I'll be around as long as you let me get to you Long as I got two balls to palm I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm  Get scared little piss ants  And see if I don't come along and stop your farm Thunder and lightning, rain, hail Sleet with a tornado's the kind of brainstorm I get So when the wind starts blowing, shit, talking about goin' in? Goin' insane's more like it  Wizard of words when he he spits hazardous with it Like a disastrous blizzard  So you better listen quick fast don't miss it Yeah go ahead little prick bastard, diss it  But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes Just know, that all he knows is this It's better to kick ass than kiss it  Dick dastardly of audacity mental capacity Unmatched it has to be stopped But it can't be, but man I can't just keep doing them like that Or no one will rap with me 'Cept one, you asked who is it?  Guess who just came through to blast you bitches With the ratchet, the book of Mathew, a book of matches Lighting 'em under white linen  You about to have to admit it They pass you the mic, asked you to spit it You got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands I'm sure they gonna laugh when you go into the bathroom with it Now with what would you come against us? Better be something with a big foot pedigree  Easily these are the reasons that we need to be in your prayers Each region breed some emcees that 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 boy  Piston team didn't need Isaiah  Sip piss and bleed,  This is a different breed of emcees, I swear Better be aware, there's too much at stake,  And to find someone this raw on a beat is rare You can kiss my ass  And the shit stains on my underwear that I don't even wear  This gotta be no fair This like hittin' the lottery, oh yeah Who you know hotter? there gotta be no pair Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair Classic, smack it, smother it Read it and weep and perhaps you'll have no rebuttalin' In fact, you seein' me in this rap  Is like saying tila tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan  Back to bash her skull again Push a bitch out the Aston until I get the fuck outta dodge Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors? You has been's are dumber than  Color books that ain't colored in  Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win Here they come again, none other than, bad and evil Also known as Sadam and Osama Bin  It's been a long time,  But I bet neither one of us have felt as sick as we do right now And we only get iller with time,  Me and nickel fucking shit up on the grounds Tellin' us to pipe down It's like talking to a meth head  Bruce Willis on his death bed Last breath with an infection Fightin' it while he's watching internet porn About to meet his death with an erection My god, what I mean is David Carrideine jacking his penis in front of his tripod Choking his own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard  When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the fire Comin' out your iPod, we come up in a place Chicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin' white walls  Got your mother suckin' my balls while we fuck each other  Punch each other in the eyeballs And I never say I'm sorry, the five nine and the Fire Marshall We spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industry Two different entities, with a propensity to put these nuts Inside of your fucking mouth