Welcome 2 Hell lyrics

[Intro: Eminem]

Yeah

Told you we'd be back

Welcome to Hell

[Verse 1: Eminem]

There's a switch, I flip, emotions cut off

So cold, I done froze my butt off

And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet

It's like squirtin' a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck all

Other words, I ain't put a dent in the game compared to the damage I've yet to do

As long as you still have feelings to hurt, I'll be around as long as you let me get to you

As long as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm

Get scant, little piss-ants, and see if I don't come along and stomp your farm

Thunder and lightning, rain, hail, sleet with a tornado's the kinda brainstorm I get

So when wind starts blowin’ shit

Talk about goin’ in? Goin’ insane’s more like it

Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it like a disastrous blizzard

So you better listen quick fast don't miss it

Yeah, go ahead, little, prick bastard, diss it

But when you get hit with a sick-ass explicit flow

Don't ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it

Just know that all he knows is that it's better to kick ass than kiss it

Dick Dastardly of audacity

Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped but it can't be

But man I can't just keep doin' 'em like that or no one'll rap with me

Except one—you asked who is it?

[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9”]

Guess who just came through to blast you bitches?

With the ratchet, the book of Matthew, a book of matches

Lighting 'em under white linen

You 'bout to have to admit it

They pass you the mic, asked you, spit it

And you got handed your own ass, your ass in your own hands

I'm sure they gon' laugh when you're going to the bathroom with it

Now with what would you come against us?

Better be somethin' with a Bigfoot pedigree

Easily, these are the reasons that we need to be in y'all prayers

Each region breeds some MCs that wanna be the remise

That they wanna breathe our air, with these ideas

Anybody thinkin' the game don't need the Bad and the Evil regime

That's like saying that the Bad Boy Piston team didn't need Isiah

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Shit, piss, and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs, I swear

Better beware, there's too much at stake and to find someone this raw on a beat is rare

You can kiss my ass and eat shit stains out my underwear that I don’t even wear

[Verse 4: Royce da 5’9”]

This gotta be no fair, it's like hitting the lottery, oh yeah

Who you know hotter? There gotta be no pair

Shotty that I got'll lobotomy your hair

Classic, smash it, smother it, read it and weep then

Perhaps you will have no rebuttal and

In fact, you seein' me in this rappin' is like saying

Tila Tequila can sing like Jazmine Sullivan

[Verse 5: Eminem]

Back to bash your skull again, push a bitch out the Aspen

And tell her get the fuck outta Dodge (Dodge Aspen)

Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors

You has-beens are duller than color books that ain’t colored in

Second and third, fourth wind, got another wind

Here they come again, none other than Bad and Evil

Also known as Saddam and Osama Bin

It's been a long time, but I bet that neither one of us

Have felt sicker than we do right now

And we only get iller with time

Me and Nickel fuckin' shit up on the dime

So telling us to pipe down is like talking to a meth head

Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection

Fightin' it while he's watchin' internet porn, 'bout to meet his death with an erection

My God, what I mean is David Carradine jackin' his penis in front of his tripod, choking his own neck

What part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard!

[Verse 6: Royce da 5’9” & Eminem]

When you listening to my bars, nothing but the F-I-R-E

Coming out your iPod, we come up in a place

Chicks heads start spinnin' like motherfuckin' white walls

Got your mother suckin' my balls while we fuck each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs

And I never say, "I'm so–rry," the 5’9” and the Fire Marshall

We spit with an intensity to shut shit down

In the industry, two different entities with a propensity

To put these N-U-Ts up inside of your fuckin' mouth

[Outro: Eminem]

Aw shit, stop it

Yo, welcome to the CD

• Artist:Bad Meets Evil
• Album:Hell: The Sequel