All I Think About Bad Meets Evil

[Chorus: Eminem]
From the moment I go to bed 'til I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this anger
Always, ‘cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Royce da 5’9”]
The chopper got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em on you
I'm the realest in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livin', I'ma say my pull out game is so real
I still get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly off the top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you
I don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be the first to tell you that you lookin' at a superstar
My microphone and AK-47, that's my new guitar
I don't belong to you, and I don't care who you are
Yeah, you sold a couple records, got a couple joints
Got a few Jordans, three, four pairs of Louboutins
That's besides the point like a shootin' guard
Nigga, I'm a rockstar