Lyrics: Scary Movies (Street Version)

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

Yo, Slim Shady (Yo, Royce 5'9")
Y'all wanna make a movie? (What)
We got the film right here

[Verse 1: Royce]
Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers, buck if I really have to
I really slap you, King of Detroit who they naming the city after
Scandalous partners, whose grammar hammers the hard sh*t
Into your heart with, content, yo who wanna start with
Expert, Bad and Evil is coming soon
MCs get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb
This sh*t is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spitting
Leaving all of you cats sh*tting kittens
I gotta diss you, my n*ggas be cocking pistols
Shot and split you, f*ck splitting the profits with you
Six percent, of y'all n*ggas is just pretend
Clicks with clits, pussy n*ggas stink with dicks
N*ggas act bully, and blast for the fast penny
My auto is fully, plenty of n*ggas packing semi
Speak darts; yo, you get paid? Rhyming about it is the sweet part
You can't be street smart with a cheap heart
Five Nine, a street n*gga with deep feeling
I keep illing, my steez willing to keep killing
F*ck rap, a lotta y'all all is just acts
Trust that, you rhyme all whack on rough tracks
Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at
F*ck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at
And I'ma spit thunder, stick to my guns
N*ggas is finished before they gimmicks, one-hit wonders
What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls
I'm a pitbull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw
Split y'all, holler, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all
All of y'all n*ggas get pissed on claiming you pissed off

[Hook]
Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hitting, directing and starring in it

[Verse 2: Eminem aka Slim Shady]
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstanding
Any man planning to battle will get snatched outta his clothes
So fast it'll look like an invisible man standing
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 getting taking advantage of like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!)
Came home in a frenzy, pushing a ten speed
Screaming to Aunt Peg with three spokes sticking outta my pant leg
F*ck a headache, give me a migraine, dammit I like pain
You should be anywhere that a mic ain't
You rap knowing you wack, you act up and I'm throwing you
Down a flight of steps then I'm throwing you back up them
If they don't like the track, f*ck them, the rap struck 'em harder
Then getting hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
I'm free-falling feet first out of a damn tree
To stampede your chest 'til 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 and still have half left

[Hook]
Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers coming in with their team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hitting, directing and starring in it

[Outro]
Bad, the Bad (Uhh, when the Bad meets the Bad, yo)
The Evil (Take the Evil with the Evil)
Put 'em together (What? Nine-nine)
Two times, Slim Shady, Royce Da 5'9"