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Bad Meets Evil Lyrics for Song: Nuttin' To Do
 Lyrics for Album: Nuttin' To Do [1999]
 
 
 
 5311>[Hook]
 
 If it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
 
 If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
 
 If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
 
 I'm just f*cking with you, cause I got nothing to do
 
 
 
 [Verse 1: Eminem]
 
 I came in the diner with skateboarders, and placed orders
 
 Ate hors d'œuvres, and hit the waiter with plate warmers
 
 Let you inhale the Glock smell, while I'm ripping your wallet off
 
 And slipping a Molotov in your Cocktail
 
 Burning your contracts, punch your A&R in the face
 
 Smash his glasses and turn 'em to contacts
 
 I'm on some shook sh*t, if it's missing I took it
 
 Nurse, look at this straitjacket, 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 running?
 
 
 
 [Verse 2: Royce]
 
 Coming with five gunmen, waiting to do a drive-by
 
 So when you see the black 500, hide from it
 
 For every hundred MC's rhyming about birds
 
 Only about 2/3'll really set it without words
 
 Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you b*tch up
 
 Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it's raining slugs
 
 I'm the hottest sh*t in the industry
 
 I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me, defending me
 
 You lack class and respect, get a direct back blast
 
 The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half
 
 You know how a thug in this sh*t'll end up
 
 Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up
 
 I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up
 
 Heat it up, you be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up
 
 Now we rivals, cause of a small name or title
 
 You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and Bible
 
 
 
 [Hook]
 
 If it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
 
 If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
 
 If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
 
 I'm just f*cking with you, cause I got nothing to do
 
 
 
 [Verse 3: Eminem]
 
 Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
 
 It takes six minutes to get applause
 
 And by the time you all catch on, I'ma end your career
 
 And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothing to fall back on
 
 I'll throw you off of ten floors
 
 Pull a f*cking headache outta my head, and put it in yours (Take this)
 
 I'm indoors, waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores
 
 To go outdoors and do some in-stores
 
 This b*tch wanted to blow me, I said it oughta happen
 
 You swallow cum b*tch? "No, but I brought a napkin"
 
 Getting skully while I'm autographing
 
 Got my daughter laughing cause I sent her mother whitewater rafting
 
 I'm not a fact, I'ma proven fear
 
 Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screaming "Wait, you ain't moving here"
 
 Lorena Bobbitt, c'mere, want a souvenir?
 
 I've been high as f*ck, since I was a juvi-neer
 
 Juvenile? Same difference, I need some 'caine
 
 Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up to seven slain infants
 
 Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance
 
 I won't stay the same cause I traded brains with a chimpanz'
 
 
 
 [Verse 4: Royce]
 
 Walking 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
 
 Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff
 
 Precise aim, icing my fame, blowing your hand off
 
 Dancing with the Devil leading, I won't die, I'm never leaving
 
 I pledge allegiance to forever breathing
 
 Street n*ggas with nuts, what? My meat's bigger
 
 Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
 
 With a death-wish, thinking I'm the n*gga to mess with
 
 Let the tech lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace
 
 For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil
 
 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
 
 
 
 [Hook]
 
 If it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip
 
 If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit
 
 If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew
 
 I'm just f*cking with you, cause I got nothing to do
 
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