Scary Movies (Stand Well Back Radio Edit)

What's your favorite scary movie?

Yo, Slim Shady (Yo, Royce 5'9")

Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?)

We got the film right here

Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers

Buck if I really have to, I really slap you

King of Detroit, who they namin' the city after

Scandalous partners whose grammar hammers the hard s**t

Into your heart with content, yo, who wanna start with?

Expert, Bad & Evil is comin' soon

MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb

This s**t is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin'

Leavin' all of you cats s**ttin' kittens

I gotta diss you, my ****** be c**kin' pistols

Shot and split you, **** splittin' the profits with you

Six percent of y'all ****** is just pretend

Cliques with c***s, ***** ****** stink with *****

****** act bully and blast for the fast penny

My auto is fully, plenty of ****** packin' semi

Speak darts — yo, you get paid?

Rhymin' about it is the sweet part

You can't be street smart with a cheap heart

5'9", a street ***** with deep feelin'

I keep illin', my steez willin' to keep killin'

**** rap! A lot of y'all 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

**** that, you get blast at, you get laughed at

And I'ma spit thunder, stick to my guns

****** is finished before they gimmicks: one-hit wonders

What? Big b***s, 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 ****** get pissed on claimin' you pissed off

Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?

Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies

You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me

We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it

Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?

Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies

You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me

We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it

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'll get snatched outta his clothes

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' taken advantage of like Monica Lewinsky

Came home in a frenzy, pushin' a ten speed

Screamin' to Aunt Peg, with three spokes stickin' outta my pant leg

**** a headache! Give me a migraine, damn it, I like pain

You should be anywhere that a mic ain't

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 them

If they don't like the track, **** 'em!

The rap struck 'em

Harder than gettin' 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-fallin' 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

Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?

Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies

You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me

We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it

Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?

Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies

You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me

We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it

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"