Eminem feat. Royce 5-9 Scary Movies Lyrics

[Eminem]
YO, Slim Shady, what? (Royce 5-9)
Y'all wanna make a movie? We got the film right here!

[Royce]
What, yeah I'm one of them pretty rappers
f___ if I really hafta, I really slap ya
King of Detroit who they namin the city after
Scandalous partners, who's grammer hammers the hard s___
Into your heartlet, content y'all don't wanna start with
Experts, Bad and Evil is comin soon
MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb
This s___ is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin
Leavin all of y'all cats s___tin kittens
I gotta dis you, my n____z be c___in pistols
Shot and split you, f___ splittin the profits with you
Six percent like y'all n____z is just pretend
Clicks with c___s, p____ n____z stink with d___s
n____z act-believe, and blast for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of n____z packin semi's
Speak thoughts, though you get paid rhymin about it, its the sweet part
You can't be street smart with a cheap heart
5nine, a street n____ with deep feelin
I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin
f___ rap, a lot of y'all is just acts
Trust that you rhyme all wack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at
Buck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And I'ma spit thunder, stick to my guns
n____z is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Bit-dogs, thats why when I spit, your clique starves
I'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw
Split y'all, holler "its on!" then I diss y'all
All a-y'all n____z get p___ed on claimin you p___ed off

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Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin in with they team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it
*repeat*

[Eminem]
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin
Any man plannin to battle will get s_____ed out of his skull
so fast it'll look like an invisible man standin
I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale
Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin takin advantage of like Monica Lewinksy "leave me alone"
Came home in a frenzy, pushin a ten speed
Screamin to Aunt Peg with three spokes stickin out of my pant leg
f___ a headache, give me a migraine
d___it I like pain (AHH!), used to be anywhere that I might gain
You rap knowin you wack, you act up
and I'm throwin you down a flight of steps,
then I'm throwin you back up em
If they don't like the track, f___ em, the rap struck em
Harder then gettin hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-a__ed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch
(Ding-ding-ding) Tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly
I'm sicker than a Tupac dedication to Biggie
I'm free-fallin feet first out of a d___ tree
To stampede your chest till you can't breathe
And when I'm down to my last breath
I'ma climb the Empire State Building and get to the last step
still have half a breath left

Chorus