The Reunion
[Intro: Eminem:]Ay, youThis next song, is a true story(Come here sl-t!)
Cause some things in this universe, don't make senseBut somehow always seem to f-ckin' work
[Verse 1: Eminem]Driving down 975, about to hop on 696I look over, this f-cking chick's tryina' fixHer makeup, I'm like b-tch?You ain't a plastic surgeon, I advise ya to put up your visorI'm getting kinda ticked, you're blocking my side mirrorShe's like yeah? so? I'm like so?You gon' need a stich you keep actin' like that, hoI look like your husband sl-t? That's a rhetorical questionYou talk to me like you talk to him, I'll f-ck you upIn fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my datesNo b-tch rides shotgun, what? Taxi?Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up?Is that what you actually ask me?b-tch reaches over and smacks meAnd says I annoy the f-ck outta herGet in the f-cking back, put on your sl-t powderYou sl-t, what? Shut the f-ck up now, or get your feelings hurtWorse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed herAnd she heard me spreading age rumors about herTurn the radio up louder, make it bumpWhile I thump that Relapse CD, tryin'a hit every bumpIn that... till I snap back in that accentCause she kept asking me to stop callin' her C-NTI SAID THAT C-NT
[Hook x2: Eminem]She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh ohYou wouldn't wanna show [?]Cause you're breaking my heart, you're breaking my heart
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a PintoWhile Marshall's at a white trash party, I'm at drama centralI walk up in there looking at my phone on twitter tweetin'I'm feelin' a bunch of b-tches lookin' at a n-gga, cheesin'I get approached by this little skeeserShe asked me if I'm the real G, cause I'm Gucci from head to feetI said, yeah, I'm really is, cause I spit in your man's faceLike Camden, that little kid from...She said I'm feeling a bit of egoWait, 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 like it's hard to do?I said I make songs for me, leave the studioAnd go and f-ck the b-tch who belong to [?]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 3: Eminem]We been ridin' around in this hatchback 'till I'm f-cking hunchbackWhere the f-ck's this party at sl-tbag C-NT? Cut what act?Think it's an act? f-ck that, I'm tryina' [?] finest loveshackOr somewhere to f-ck at, eh? Don't touch thatYou fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from BagdhadDon't act like you don't like em', them accentsI rap tight, and I'm a torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's rightThought it was just past this light, past Van DykeBetter hit that map right, read them directionsOh yeah you can't read, and you can't writeTold me that last night, she took my CD out the deckSnapped in half like, Relapse suckedI snapped, hit the gas like, blew through the lightSpun out, hit a patch of black iceForgot we had a trailer hitch to the backWe jackknifed, b-tch flew out of the carI laughed like, she deserved itShe didn't think I'd act like that in person
(Yo, Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club!)
[Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"]Tell him I'll be there in a minute, I'm tryina break up this cat fightBetween my mistress and my damn wifeThen a chick wanted a hug, but she was fatSo I gave her that and told her to scatI'm not mean, I'm [?]On my way to the front door, taking the scenic routeTo avoid this chick with a lace frontLookin' like Venus and Serena's hoovesI'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractiveHope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis racketsMy mind drifted back to this sh-tI seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistressPolice outside, I turn and pass the gat to VishisThen I step out and see my evil twinHe gives me an evil grinHe mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kissesLooks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this sh-t! "He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat b-tch he rode withLooks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"