Artist: Bad Meets Evil Album: Shady XV Song: Vegas Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com {*chainsaw revving*} Hahahahaha! [Eminem] Got a shit-eatin grin, bitch show me them itty-bitty titties again We're in Sin City, since when did we begin to get 'dicted to dope, diggity bitch You need to run and go get your friggity-friends I'm lookin at your bum-stickity-bum hun, the mickity-mack's bickity-back Don't act wickity-wack You can get the fickity-finger, the middle You little dizzy bitch, sit and spiggity-spin Got a 6 o'clock craving - stop, get Cîroc It's 'bout to be an unbelievable night, I call it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in Hit the spot, spot my next victim I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin Came to sip vodka, shit yeah, that little chick is hot But if she got rabies I wouldn't give the bitch a shot I poke her in the rear, but I bet if I lick her/liquor she'll try to chase me (haha) what are you Pit, Rott? Mixed? Oh you just got fixed? Well shit then let's lip-lock If not then chick piss off you snobby little pig snot nose You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat, well bitch if you're solar Then I'm your polar opposite dog cause I'm colder than popsicle sticks, poppin shit, talkin it, walkin it, spit boxin My sick thoughts are 'bout to lick shots Like this shit's hopping and drip-dropping in chocolatey whipped topping So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot Big, 'Pac, Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross You'll dig this, if not then kick rocks in FLIP-FLOPS! ... And I produced the track so you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knock (TURN UP!) So bring clairvoyance to this bangin, and I'ma keep on sayin all the shit I should be hung for and probably killed for sayin And I probably will but not until the day I pop a pill again like choppin 'til I'm droppin, still if that don't do the job of killin Shady then the karma will, they sayin I must bring it as Mohammad 'til the Parkinson's done eat away my brain and made me Robin Williams crazy or I end up with dementia But you're rockin with a sadist, hate to say this But if the thought is entertainin, I ain't stoppin to explain it Oh my God for real man not again I'm shakin But before I tie a rope around this knob, if they don't like it got a knob that they can slob until it's - wait I just forgot what I was thinkin ... What's it called again? I'm blankin The thing above the balls between my legs and I think I can feel it danglin It's throbbin and it's veiny (wait) I think that I got it, okay bitch I got ya, Robin Williams [hangin] Go hang in the lobby 'less you came to slob me Come on kemosabe, it's past-time like your favorite hobby Cause if the way that I spit shit remains on my dick then she grab me by the nuts and tried to take my sausage as a hostage, ain't it obvious? Pretty much a no-brainer Or should I say Cobainer that she's plain a- -ddicted to my dick like Lorena Bobbit Gotta wean her off it! ... Weiner off it Like she took my fuckin penis, chopped it And stuck it up between her armpit as she began to swing a crumpet knife and paint the carpet Least that's what her train of thought is Cause I came, saw, conquered it, hit it, quit it, and made up a plate of bonkers And I always end up givin these bitches a complex And, I don't mean apartment So spread your feet apart and let me see you do some yoga stretches, splits Now grab this Cuisinart and make me breakfast bitch That's a prerequisite And that's just to get in this bedroom bitch! Walked up to that Ke$ha chick (what up?) Said my name's Booger, wanna catch a flick? I'll even let you pick Make her fetch a stick Bet you if you give this old dog these new tricks to get familiar with I'll learn extra quick, kick a pregnant bitch Oops I guess the shit, took an unexpected twist Like the neck of the, freakin +Exorcist+ (Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch) Bitch I said that this mask ain't for hockey, hate Versace Versace I got Münchausen by proxy I'm makin you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me You deaf girl I said you was +Foxy+! I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre Bitch, shut the fuck up and get in my car And suck my fuckin dick while I take a shit And I think with my dick So, come blow my mind, and it tastes like humble pie so swallow my pride, you're lucky just to follow my ride If I let you run alongside the Humvee, unl-l-l-less you're Nicki Grab you by the wrist, let's ski! So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy You're gon' blow that rape whistle on me {*whistle blows*} Scream! I love it, love it, love it 'Fore I get lost with the gettin off Like this is our exit, now let's hit the highway and try not to get lost 'til we get to Las Vegas [Chorus: Eminem] (Party, do it 'til tomorrow, bizarro) Vegas 'Til we get to Las Vegas (Do it 'til tomorrow) Vegas 'Til we get to Las Vegas (Party, do it 'til tomorrow, bizarro) Vegas 'Til we get to Las Vegas (Do it 'til tomorrow) Vegas Whatever, happens here, stays here So let's go all, the way dear 'Til we get to Las Vegas [Royce Da 5'9"] Whatever happens in my room It stays in my room like movie night like cable Treat every women in my stable like flavors Lookin like she kryptonite And I get +week+ after like seven days In seven nights in the Days Inn, it's Hot Vegas We roll in circles and packs We the +Lifesavers+ She got a boyfriend, I got a toy then I'll bring it with me when I show up to her crib wavin And I ain't tryna meet a nice neighbor I'm so Jay Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of razors And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it Neck so frozen it look like I walked in a jewelry sto' with about a million dollars with your mama and sat down and did an ALS Challenge Haaanh~! I stole that ad-lib from French Bad and Evil back at it again 'Bout to get my back tatted again! 'Bout to get a pic of a backstabber with an axe in his hand Sittin on a bike in the sand If you ain't been through nothin then that shouldn't mean nothin to you like likes on the 'gram If she current, I keep her pussy purrin like the pipes on the Lam' Weed got her so chinky-eyed look like she been gettin high on a flight to Japan I keep my jewelry on while I'm fuckin Sound like I'm shakin up dice in a can! Listen, though this ain't Christmas I'll make you my ex-miss/X-Mas If this is my passion (it's my passion!) I learned to give those who don't appreciate my presence/presents the gift of my absence (bitch I'm gone!) I don't know who you've been listenin to Got me fucked up like Pookie in the chicken coop Bitch I don't give a two shits (Bitch get the fuck out of my face!) To make a long story short, I don't really gotta stand there and listen to you while you throw a silly tantrum Even though I have an affinity for witty banter Startin to feel like foul play like Billy Laimbeer Hold up, she misunderstood me, I said "Saint, por favor" Thought I said the Wraith had four doors I'll knock a nigga face off Give him the bottom of the nine like a baseball scoreboard (whatever) I'll leave the club with my tab still open Won't even get a cab for you and your friend The only +Fear+ I have is of +Loathing+ And I won't even kick in 'til we get to Las Vegas [Chorus]