The Reunion歌词 - bad meets evil
字体大小: 对焦: This next song, is a true story.(Come here, bitch!)(Aah!)'Cause some things in this universeDon't make sense, but some howAlways seem to fuckin' workFlyin' down I-75 'bout to hop into 696,I look over this fuckin' chick's tryna fixHer makeup. I'm like 'Bitch, you ain't a plastic surgeon.I advise ya to put up your visor. I'm getting' kyna ticked.You're blocking my side mirror!' She's like 'Yeah, so?''I'm like 'So? You gon' need a stitch, you keep acting like that, ho.I look your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question.You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up!In fact, get in the back seat, like the rest of my dates...No bitch rides shotgun. 'What, taxi?'Stop and pick you some Maxi-Pads up,Is that what you actually asked me?!'Bitch reaches over and smacks meSays I annoy the fuck out her.'Get the fuck in back. Put on your slut powder,You slut. What?! Shut the fuck up now-orGetcha feelings hurt worse than my last chickWhen I accidentally butt-dialed herAnd she heard me spreading AIDS rumors UH-bout her.'Turn the radio up-louder. Make it thump while I bumpThat Relapse CD, tryna hit every bump in that cunt'Fore I snap back into act-SHUN'Cause she kept asking me to quit calling her 'cunt'!I said 'I cunt!'She said 'Marshall, You ain't really like that. Ohh-oh.You're putting on a show, is your mic dead?You're breaking my heart.' She said:'You're breaking my heart.''Cause you ain't really like that. Ohh-oh.You're putting on a show, is your mic dead?.You're breaking my heart.' She said:'You're breaking my heart.'Uh. pull up to club in a Porsche, not a PintoWhile Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama centralI walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter, tweeting:'I'm feeling a bunch a bitches!', looking at a *****, cheesingI get approached by this little scheezerShe asked me I am the realest G 'cause I'm Gucci from head to feetI said 'Yeah, I'm really is. 'Cause I spit in ya man's faceLike Cam did that little kid on Killa SeasonShe said 'I'm feelin' your big ego. Wait, am I talking wrong?'I said 'Naw, I'm a walkin' Kanye/Beyonce song.'She said 'I'm mad at chu.'I said 'Why?' She said 'Why you neverMake songs with chicks, as if it's hard to do?'I said 'I make songs for me, leave the studio,And go an' fuck the bitch who go on and make da songs for you!'She said I'm feeling your whole swagger and flow.Can we hook up?' I said 'Ummm…You just used the word swagger. So no.'She said…You ain't really like that. Ohh-oh.You're putting on a show, is your mic dead?You're breaking my heart.' She said:'You're breaking my heart.''Cause you ain't really like that. Ohh-oh.You're putting on a show, is your mic dead?.You're breaking my heart.' She said:'You're breaking my heart.'We been riding around in this hatchback, 'til I'm fucking hunchbackWhere the fuck's this party at, slutbag,Cunt? Cut what act? Think it's act? Fuck that,I'm tryna shag scuz. Better find this loveshackOr somewhere the fuck-at… Ah! Don't touch that,You fat dyke! I'm trine hear some BagpipesFrom Baghdad. Don't act likeYou don't like 'em: them accents. I rap tight!And Imma torture you 'til we find this place. Yeah, that's right!I thought it was just past this light… just past Van Dyk.Better hit that maplight, read them directions. Oh yeah…You can't read. And you can't write. You told me that last night.'She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half, like(Crack) 'Relapse sucked.' I snapped, hit the gas like(Zoom) Blew through the lights, spun out, hit a patch of black ice.Forgot we had trailer hitched to the back. We jack-knifed.Bitch flew out the car, I laugh like, she deserved it.She didn't think I'd act likeThat in person.('Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!')Verse 4 (Royce Da 5'9'):Tell 'em I be there in a minute,I'm tryna break up this catfightBetween my mistress and damn wifeThen this chick wanted a hug. She was fat,So I gave her dap, then I tell 'er to scat.I'm not mean, I'm cuteOn my way to the front door, taken' the scenic routeTo avoid this chick with a *lace* looking' like Venus' and Serena's hoofsI'm saying: them chicks got horse's asses, they been attractive.Hope when they see me they don't slap me with them tennis rackets.My mind drifted back to this shit. I see my wife, push her down(Aagh!) Step over her body, then smack the mistressPolice outside, I turn and past the gat to VisciousThen I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin(Argh!) He mocks the mistress, turns around gives the misses hugs and kissesLooks at me twisted like Nickel, ('Yeah, watch this shit!')He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitchHe rode with and looks back to mention:'Royce, it's good to be back to business!'You ain't really like that. Ohh-oh.You're putting on a show, is your mic dead?You're breaking our hearts.' they said:'You're breaking our hearts.''Cause you ain't really like that. Ohh-oh.You're putting on a show, is your mic dead?.You're breaking our heart.' they said:'You're breaking our heart.'