Eminem - Welcome To Hell lyrics

(Eminem) Yeah, told you we'd be back. Welcome 2 Hell VERSE ONE - Eminem There's a switch, I flip, emotions cut off So cold I done froze my bu*t off And this ain't even the tip of the iceberg yet It's like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, f** off Other words I didn't put a dent in a can compared to the damage I've yet to do Long as you still have feelings to hurt, I'll be around as long as you let me get to you Long as I got two balls to palm, I'll be the bomb, you're just a false alarm Get scared little pissants, and see if I don't come along and stop your farm Thunder and lightning, rain, hail, sleet with a tornado's the kind of brainstorm I get So when the wind starts blowing, sh**, talking about goin' in? Goin' insane's more like it! Wizard of words when he he spits hazardous with it like a disastrous blizzard so you better listen quick fast don't miss it Yeah go ahead little prick ba*tard, diss it But when you get hit with a sick a** explicit flow Don't ask how much of his pa**ion is it that goes Just know, that all he knows is this It's better to kick a** 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 doing them like that Or no one will rap with me 'Cept one, you asked who is it? VERSE TWO - Royce Guess who just came through the blast, you b**hes With the ratchet, the book of Mathew, a book of matches Lightning, I'm ? white linen You about to have to admit it They pa** you the mic, asked you to spit it You got handed your own a**, your a** in your own hands Sure they gonna laugh when you go the bathroom with it Now with what would you come against us? Better be something with a big foot pedagree Easily these are the reasons that we need to be in your prayers Each region breed some emcees that wanna be, which means they wanna breath our air With these ideas, anybody thinkin' that the game don't need the bad and the evil regime That's like saying that bad boy piston team didn't need Isaiah VERSE THREE - Eminem and Royce (Eminem) Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of emcees, I swear Better be aware, there's too much at stake, and to find someone this raw on a beat is rare You can kiss my a** and the sh** stains on my underwear that I don't even wear (Royce) This gotta be no fair, this like hittin' the lottery, oh yeah Who you know hotter? There gotta be no pair Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair Cla**ic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep and perhaps you'll have no rebu*talin' In fact, you seein' me in this rap is like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan (Eminem) Back to badge her skull again, push a b**h out the Aston until I get the f** outta dodge Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors, ? color books that ain't colored in Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win Here they come again, none other than, Bad and Evil Also known as Sadam and Osama Bin It's been a long time, but I bet neither one of us have felt as sick as we do right now And we only get iller with time, me and Nickel f**ing sh** up on the grounds Tellin' us to pipe down, it's like talking to a meth head (get it? pipe? meth head? oh hilarity!) Bruce Willis on his d**h bed, last breath with an infection Fightin' it while he's watching internet p**n, about to meet his d**h with an erection My god, what I mean is, David Carrideine jacking his penis in front of his tripod Choking his own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard! (Royce) When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the F-I-R...E Comin' out your iPod, we come up in a place Chicks heads start spinning like motherf**in' white walls (Eminem + Royce) Got your mother s**in' my balls while we f** each other, punch each other in the eyeballs And I never say I'm sor...ry, the 5'9 and the Fire Marshall We spit with an intensity to shut sh** down in the industry Two different entities, with a propensity to put these N-U-TEES Up inside of your fu*kING MOUTH