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Nuttin' To Do (无事可做) (Radio Version) - Bad Meets Evil/Eminem (埃米纳姆)/Royce Da 5'9
The bad the evil the bad the evil

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**king with you
Cause I got nothing to do
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 them 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
So how do you describe someone with a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive running
Coming with five gunmen waiting to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 20 hide from it
For every hundred MC's rhyming about birds
Only about two thirds really said it without words
Yo you ain't a thug I can make you b**ch 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
If it wasn't for your whip
I'd have nothing to strip
And 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**king with you
Cause I got nothing to do
If it wasn't for your whip
I'd have nothing to strip
And 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**king with you
Cause I got nothing to do

Forget a chorus my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on I'm a 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**king headache outta my head and put it in yours
I'm indoors waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores
To go outdoors and do some in-stores
This b**ch wanted to blow me I said it oughta happen
You swallow cum b**ch
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'm a 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**k 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
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 niggas with nuts what my meat's bigger
Fake-a** thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers
With a deathwish thinking I'm the ni**a 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 them put the heat to them
Be careful you might get what you ask for
If it wasn't for your whip
I'd have nothing to strip
And 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**king with you
Cause I got nothing to do
If it wasn't for your whip
I'd have nothing to strip
And 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**king with you
Cause I got nothing to do

The bad the evil the bad the evil