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Nuttin' Ta Do lyrics

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        [Royce] What? Uhh..
    [Em] The Bad..
    [Royce] Yeah..
    [Em] The Evil..
    [Royce] Right, yo
    [Em] put em together
    Chorus: Royce the 5-9, Eminem
    [Royce] Yo if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip
    [Em] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit
    If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin to chew
    [Royce] Yo..
    [both] I'm just fuckin with you, cause I got nothin to do
    [Eminem]
    I am bored!!!!!
    I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed orders
    Ate hors d'oeuvres, and hit the waiter with plate warmers *crash sound*
    Let you inhale the glock smell, while I'm rippin your wallet off
    and slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that)
    Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R in the face *punch sound*
    Smash his glasses and turn em to contacts
    I'm on some shook shit, if it's missin I took it (whoops!)
    Nurse look at this straightjacket, it's crooked!
    I go to jail and murder you from a cell
    Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx)
    So how do you describe someone, with a decapitated head
    when the rest of his body's still alive RUNNIN?
    [Royce]
    Comin with five gunmen, waitin to do a drive-by
    So when you see the black 500 (what?) hide from it
    For every hundred MC's rhymin about birds
    only about two-thirds'd really set it without words
    Yo you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up
    Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it's rainin slugs (what?)
    I'm the hottest shit in the industry (uh)
    I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me defendin me
    You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast
    The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half
    You know how a thug in this shit'll end up
    Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?)
    I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up
    Heat it up, you be leakin blood and spittin phlegm up
    Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title
    You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and bible
    Chorus: 2X
    [Eminem]
    *yawns* Forget a chorus -- my metaphors are so complicated
    it takes six minutes to get applause (yay)
    And by the time you all catch on, I'ma end your career
    and walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on!
    I'll throw you off of ten floors .. *AHHHHHHH*
    Pull a fuckin headache outta my head, and put it in yours (take this)
    I'm indoors, waitin for this acid to seep in my skin pores
    to go outdoors and do some in-stores
    This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen.
    You swallow cum bitch?" "No, but I brought a napkin"
    Gettin skullie while I'm autographin
    Got my daughter laughin cause I sent her mother whitewater raftin
    I'm not a fact, I'ma proven fear
    Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screamin,
    "Wait, wait, wait.. you ain't movin here!"
    Lorena Bobbitt, c'mere, want a souveneir?
    I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer
    Juvenile? Same difference -- I need some 'caine
    cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up the seven slain infants
    (Oh my God!) Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance
    I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz'
    [Royce]
    Walkin in swamp water with an M-16, out for the blood
    Shove a gun in the mouth of a thug
    To break braces, you say grace and make faces
    I'll display hate and break you in eight places (what?)
    Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff
    Precise aim, icin my fame, blowin your hand off
    Dancin with the Devil leadin - I won't die, I'm never leavin (what?)
    I pledge allegiance to forever breathin
    Street niggaz with nuts, what? My meat's bigger (what?)
    Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
    with a deathwish, thinkin I'm the nigga to mess with
    Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace
    For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (what?)
    A follower never had heart, he just loyal
    Thugs is glass doors, I see through em, put the heat to em
    Be careful you might get what you ask for
    Chorus 2X
    [Em] The Bad.. the Evil..
    The Bad.. the Evil..
     
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