Nuttin' To Do (Instrumental)

Nuttin' To Do (Instrumental) - Bad Meets Evil/Eminem/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