The Reunion Lyrics
| Song | The Reunion |
| Artist | John Williams |
| Album | War of the Worlds [Music from the Motion Picture] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Bad Meets Evil - The Reunion | |
| This next song, is a true story. | |
| (Come here, bitch!) | |
| (Aah!) | |
| 'Cause some things in this universe | |
| Don't make sense, but some how | |
| Always seem to fuckin' work | |
| Flyin' down I-75 'bout to hop into 696, | |
| I look over this fuckin' chick's tryna fix | |
| Her 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 me | |
| Says I annoy the fuck out her. | |
| "Get the fuck in back. Put on your slut powder, | |
| You slut. What?! Shut the fuck up now-or | |
| Getcha feelings hurt worse than my last chick | |
| When I accidentally butt-dialed her | |
| And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors UH-bout her." | |
| Turn the radio up-louder. Make it thump while I bump | |
| That 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 Pinto | |
| While Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama central | |
| I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter, tweeting: | |
| I get approached by this little scheezer | |
| She asked me I am the realest G 'cause I'm Gucci from head to feet | |
| I said "Yeah, I'm really is. 'Cause I spit in ya man's face | |
| Like Cam did that little kid on Killa Season | |
| She 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 never | |
| Make 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 hunchback | |
| Where 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 loveshack | |
| Or somewhere the fuck-at… Ah! Don't touch that, | |
| You fat dyke! I'm trine hear some Bagpipes | |
| From Baghdad. Don't act like | |
| You 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 like | |
| That 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 catfight | |
| Between my mistress and damn wife | |
| Then 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 cute | |
| On my way to the front door, taken' the scenic route | |
| I'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 mistress | |
| Police outside, I turn and past the gat to Viscious | |
| Then 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 kisses | |
| Looks at me twisted like Nickel, ("Yeah, watch this shit!") | |
| He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch | |
| He 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." |
| Bad Meets Evil The Reunion | |
| This next song, is a true story. | |
| Come here, bitch! | |
| Aah! | |
| ' Cause some things in this universe | |
| Don' t make sense, but some how | |
| Always seem to fuckin' work | |
| Flyin' down I75 ' bout to hop into 696, | |
| I look over this fuckin' chick' s tryna fix | |
| Her 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 MaxiPads up, | |
| Is that what you actually asked me?!" | |
| Bitch reaches over and smacks me | |
| Says I annoy the fuck out her. | |
| " Get the fuck in back. Put on your slut powder, | |
| You slut. What?! Shut the fuck up nowor | |
| Getcha feelings hurt worse than my last chick | |
| When I accidentally buttdialed her | |
| And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors UHbout her." | |
| Turn the radio uplouder. Make it thump while I bump | |
| That Relapse CD, tryna hit every bump in that cunt | |
| ' Fore I snap back into actSHUN | |
| ' Cause she kept asking me to quit calling her " cunt"! | |
| I said " I cunt!" | |
| She said " Marshall, You ain' t really like that. Ohhoh. | |
| 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. Ohhoh. | |
| 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 Pinto | |
| While Marshall' s at a white trash party, I' m at drama central | |
| I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter, tweeting: | |
| I get approached by this little scheezer | |
| She asked me I am the realest G ' cause I' m Gucci from head to feet | |
| I said " Yeah, I' m really is. ' Cause I spit in ya man' s face | |
| Like Cam did that little kid on Killa Season | |
| She 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 never | |
| Make 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. Ohhoh. | |
| 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. Ohhoh. | |
| 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 hunchback | |
| Where 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 loveshack | |
| Or somewhere the fuckat Ah! Don' t touch that, | |
| You fat dyke! I' m trine hear some Bagpipes | |
| From Baghdad. Don' t act like | |
| You 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 jackknifed. | |
| Bitch flew out the car, I laugh like, she deserved it. | |
| She didn' t think I' d act like | |
| That 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 catfight | |
| Between my mistress and damn wife | |
| Then 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 cute | |
| On my way to the front door, taken' the scenic route | |
| I' 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 mistress | |
| Police outside, I turn and past the gat to Viscious | |
| Then 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 kisses | |
| Looks at me twisted like Nickel, " Yeah, watch this shit!" | |
| He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch | |
| He rode with and looks back to mention: | |
| " Royce, it' s good to be back to business!" | |
| You ain' t really like that. Ohhoh. | |
| 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. Ohhoh. | |
| You' re putting on a show, is your mic dead?. | |
| You' re breaking our heart." they said: | |
| " You' re breaking our heart." |
| Bad Meets Evil The Reunion | |
| This next song, is a true story. | |
| Come here, bitch! | |
| Aah! | |
| ' Cause some things in this universe | |
| Don' t make sense, but some how | |
| Always seem to fuckin' work | |
| Flyin' down I75 ' bout to hop into 696, | |
| I look over this fuckin' chick' s tryna fix | |
| Her 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 MaxiPads up, | |
| Is that what you actually asked me?!" | |
| Bitch reaches over and smacks me | |
| Says I annoy the fuck out her. | |
| " Get the fuck in back. Put on your slut powder, | |
| You slut. What?! Shut the fuck up nowor | |
| Getcha feelings hurt worse than my last chick | |
| When I accidentally buttdialed her | |
| And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors UHbout her." | |
| Turn the radio uplouder. Make it thump while I bump | |
| That Relapse CD, tryna hit every bump in that cunt | |
| ' Fore I snap back into actSHUN | |
| ' Cause she kept asking me to quit calling her " cunt"! | |
| I said " I cunt!" | |
| She said " Marshall, You ain' t really like that. Ohhoh. | |
| 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. Ohhoh. | |
| 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 Pinto | |
| While Marshall' s at a white trash party, I' m at drama central | |
| I walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter, tweeting: | |
| I get approached by this little scheezer | |
| She asked me I am the realest G ' cause I' m Gucci from head to feet | |
| I said " Yeah, I' m really is. ' Cause I spit in ya man' s face | |
| Like Cam did that little kid on Killa Season | |
| She 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 never | |
| Make 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. Ohhoh. | |
| 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. Ohhoh. | |
| 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 hunchback | |
| Where 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 loveshack | |
| Or somewhere the fuckat Ah! Don' t touch that, | |
| You fat dyke! I' m trine hear some Bagpipes | |
| From Baghdad. Don' t act like | |
| You 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 jackknifed. | |
| Bitch flew out the car, I laugh like, she deserved it. | |
| She didn' t think I' d act like | |
| That 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 catfight | |
| Between my mistress and damn wife | |
| Then 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 cute | |
| On my way to the front door, taken' the scenic route | |
| I' 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 mistress | |
| Police outside, I turn and past the gat to Viscious | |
| Then 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 kisses | |
| Looks at me twisted like Nickel, " Yeah, watch this shit!" | |
| He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat bitch | |
| He rode with and looks back to mention: | |
| " Royce, it' s good to be back to business!" | |
| You ain' t really like that. Ohhoh. | |
| 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. Ohhoh. | |
| You' re putting on a show, is your mic dead?. | |
| You' re breaking our heart." they said: | |
| " You' re breaking our heart." |
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