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 naming the city after Scandalous partners whose grammar hammers the hard shit Into your heart with content, yo, who wanna start with? Expert, Bad & Evil is coming soon MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin' Leaving all of you cats shitting kittens I gotta diss you, my niggas be cocking pistols Shot and split you, fuck splitting the profits with you Six percent of y'all niggas is just pretend Cliques with clits, pussy niggas stink with dicks Niggas act bully and blast for the fast penny My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packing semi Speak darts; yo, you get paid? Rhyming about it is the sweet part You can't be street smart with a cheap heart 5'9", a street nigga with deep feeling I keep illing, my steez willing to keep killing 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, 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 Split y'all, holler, "It's on!", then I diss y'all All of y'all niggas get pissed on claiming you pissed off Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directing and starring 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 will 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 getting taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky Came home in a frenzy Pushing a ten speed, screaming to Aunt Peg With three spokes sticking outta my pant leg Fuck a headache! Give me a migraine, damn it, I like pain You should be anywhere that a mic ain't You rap knowing you wack You act up and I'm throwing you down a flight of steps Then I'm throwing you back up them If they don't like the track, fuck 'em! The rap struck 'em Harder than getting 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 So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie I'm free-falling 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 coming in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directing and starring 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"