"What's your favorite scary movie?"[Em] Yo, Slim Shady![R5] Yo, Royce 5-9[Em] Y'all wanna make a movie?[R5] What..[Em] We got the film right here[Royce]What?Yeah I'm one of them pretty rappersBuck if I really hafta, I really slap yaKing of Detroit who they namin the city after (what?)Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard %#@!into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start withexperts, Bad and Evil is comin soonMC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's wombThis %#@! is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin (what?)Leavin all of you cats %#@!tin kittensI gotta diss you, my ^!$$%z be @@#!in pistolsShot and split you, $#&@ splittin the profits with you (what?)Six percent, of y'all ^!$$%z is just pretendClicks with !@$%s, #~!!@ ^!$$%z stink with dicks (what?)^!$$%z act bully, and blast for the fast pennyMy auto is fully, plenty of ^!$$%z packin semiSpeak darts; yo you get paid? Rhymin about it is the sweet partYou can't be street smart with a cheap heartFive Nine, a street ^!$$% with deep feelin (what?)I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin (what?)$#&@ rap, a lot of y'all all is just actsTrust that - you rhyme all wack on rough tracksBust and then we all black when you get bust back at$#&@ that, you get blast at, you get laughed atAnd I'ma spit thunder (what?) stick to my guns^!$$%z is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wondersWhat? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stallsI'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (what?)Split y'all, holla, "It's on!" Then I diss y'allAll of y'all ^!$$%z get pissed on claimin you pissed off[Chorus x2: Eminem and Royce]Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?Rappers comin in with they team and carry tooliesYou can jump right out of the screen and barely move meWe hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it[Eminem]The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand CanyonHop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandinAny man plannin to battle will get snatched out of his clothesso fast it'll look like an invisible man standinI'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jailBill Clinton, hit this (here) and you better inhaleCause any MC that chooses to go against meis gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy (Leave me alone!)Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speedScreamin to Aunt Peg (AUNT PEG!!!)with three spokes stickin out of my pant leg$#&@ a headache, give me a migraine Damnit I like pain (AHH!)and you should be anywhere that a mic ain'tYou rap knowin you wackYou act up and I'm throwin you down a flight of stepsthen I'm throwin you back up emIf they don't like the track, $#&@ emThe rap struck em harder then gettin hit by a Mack truckand then backed up onAnd any half-assed known rapper to trespassbetter be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch (Ding! Ding!)So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (Hurry up man!)I'm sicker than a Tupac dedication to BiggieI'm free-fallin feet first out of a damn treeto stampede your chest 'til you can't breatheAnd when I'm down to my last breathI'ma climb the Empire State Building and get to the last stepand still have half left[Chorus][Em] Bad.. the bad..[R5] Uhh, when the bad meets the bad.. yo..[Em] The evil[R5] Take the evil with the evil[Em] Put em together[R5] What? Nine-nine[Em] Two times.. Slim Shady.. Royce the Five Nine