Eminem - The Reunion lyrics

(Eminem) Ay, yo This next song, is a true story (Come here, b**h!) Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense But somehow always seem to f**in' work VERSE ONE - Eminem Driving down I-75, about to hop on 696 I look over, this f**ing chick's tryina' fix her makeup, I'm like b**h? You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visor I'm getting kinda ticked, you're blocking my side mirror She's like yeah? so? I'm like so? You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho I look like your husband s*ut? That's a rhetorical question You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll f** you up In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates No b**h rides shotgun, what? Taxi? Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up? Is that what you actually aksed me? (smack) b**h reaches over and smacks me And says I annoy the f** outta her Get the f** in back, put on your s*ut powder You s*ut, what? Shut the f** up now, or get your feelings hurt Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally bu*t dialed her And she heard me spreading AIDS rumors about her Turn the radio up louder, make it thump While I bump that Relapse CD, tryina' hit every bump And that c*nt thought I snapped back into accents Cause she kept asking me to quit callin' her c*nt I SAID I c*nt HOOK - Eminem She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh Your putting on a show, where's your mic at? Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart x2 VERSE TWO - Royce Uh, pull up to the 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 tweetin' I'm feelin' a bunch of b**hes lookin' at a n***a, cheesin' I get approached by this little skeezer She akse me am I the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feet I said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your man's face Like Cam did that little kid on k**a Season She said I'm feeling ya big eagle Wait, am I talking wrong? I said nah, I'm a walking Kanye/Beyonce song. She said I'm mad at you, I said why? She said why you never make songs for chicks as if it's hard to do? I said I make songs for me, leave the studio And go and f** the b**h who belongs to makin' songs for you She said I'm feelin' your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up? I said, eh, you just used the word swagger so NO (hook) VERSE THREE - Eminem We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm f**ing hunchback Where the f**'s this party at s*utbag c*nt? Cut what act? Think it's an act? f** that, I'm tryina' shag's cuz better find this love shack Or somewhere to f** at, eh? Don't touch that You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad Don't act like you don't like em', them accents I rap tight, and I'mma torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right Thought it was just past this light, jus' past Van Dyke Better hit that map right, read them directions Oh yeah you can't read, and you can't write Told me that last night, she took my CD out the deck Snapped in half like, Relapse s**ed I snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the light Spun out, hit a patch of black ice Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back We jackknifed, b**h flew out of the car I laughed like, she deserved it She didn't think I'd act like that in person (Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!) VERSE FOUR - Royce Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fight Between my mistress and my damn wife Then a chick wanted a hug, she was fat So I gave her that *slap* and told her to scat I'm not mean, I'm cute On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route To avoid this chick with a lace front Lookin' like Venus and Serena's hooves I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse a**es, they been attractive Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets My mind drifted back to this sh** I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress Police outside, I turn and pa** the gat to Vishis Then I step out and see my evil twin He gives me an evil grin He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this sh**!" He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat b**h he rode with Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business" (hook)