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Nuttin' To Do (Radio Edit) (Explicit)

Eminem8 Jul 2020

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Nuttin' To Do (Radio Edit) - Bad Meets Evil/Eminem (埃米纳姆)/Royce da 5'9"

What

The bad

Yeah

The Evil

The Bad the Evil

Put 'em together

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 AR in the face

Smash his glasses and turn 'em to contacts

I'm on some Suge s**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

Coming with five gunmen waiting to do a drive-by

So when you see the black 500 hide from it

For every hundred emcees rhyming about birds

Only about two thirds really said it without words

Yo you ain't a thug I can make you b***h up

Pick the fifth up cock spit

You would swear it's raining slugs

I'm the hottest s**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 backblast

The Bad and Evil mad rap

I cover the Bad half

You know how a thug in this s**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

Yo 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

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'mma 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

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***h wanted to blow me I said it oughta happen

You swallow cum b***h

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

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 ice in my veins 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***as with nuts what

My meat's bigger

Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers

With a deathwish thinking I'm the n***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

'Em put the heat to 'em

Be careful you might get what you ask for

 

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