Nuttin’ To Do

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" + Eminem]

What?

Uh

The Bad!

Yeah

The Evil!

The Bad, the Evil!

Put 'em together...

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9", Eminem & Both]

Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip

If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit

If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew

I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do

[Verse 1: Eminem, Eminem w/ Royce da 5'9"]

I came in the diner with skateboarders and placed orders

Ate hors d'œuvres and hit the waiter with plate warmers

Let you inhale the Glock smell while I'm ripping your wallet off

And slipping a Molotov in your cocktail

Burning your contracts, punch your A&R in the face

Smash his glasses and turn 'em to contacts

I'm on some Suge shit; if it's missing, I took it (Whoops)

"Nurse, look at this straitjacket; it's crooked"

I go to jail and murder you from a cell

Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx)

So how do you describe someone with a decapitated head

When the rest of his body's still alive running?

[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]

Coming with five gunmen, waiting to do a drive-by

So when you see the black 500, hide from it

For every hundred emcees rhyming about birds

Only about two thirds, I really said it without words

Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up

Pick the fifth up, cock, spit

You would swear it's raining slugs (What)

I'm the hottest shit in the industry (Uh-huh)

I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me, defending me

You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast

The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half

You know how a thug in this shit'll end up

Spit a round, lift your chin up

You get hit, ten down and ten up (What)

I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up

Heat it up, you be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up

Now we rivals 'cause of a small name or title (What)

You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and Bible

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9", Eminem & Both]

Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip

If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit

If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew

I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do

Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip

If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit

If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew

I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated

It takes six minutes to get applause (Yay)

And by the time you all catch on, I'mma end your career

And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothing to fall back on

I'll throw you off of ten floors (Ahhhhh!)

Pull a fucking headache out of my head, and put it in yours (Take this)

I'm indoors, waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores

To go outdoors and do some in-stores

This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen—

You swallow cum, bitch?" "No, but I brought a napkin"

Getting skully while I'm autographing

Got my daughter laughing 'cause I sent her mother whitewater rafting

I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear

Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screaming "You ain't moving here"

Lorena Bobbitt—c'mere, want a souvenir?

I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer

"Juvenile?" Same difference, I need some 'caine

'Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up to seven slain infants (Oh, my God)

Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance

I won't stay the same 'cause I traded brains with a chimpanz' (Ohhh!)

[Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"]

Walking in swamp water with an M-16

Out for the blood, shove a gun in the mouth of a thug

To break braces (What), you say grace and make faces

I'll display hate and break you in eight places (What)

Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff

Precise aim, ice in my vein, blowing your hand off

Dancing with the Devil leading

I won't die, I'm never leaving (What)

I pledge allegiance to forever breathing

Street niggas with nuts, what? My meat's bigger

Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers

With a death wish, thinking I'm the nigga to mess with

Let the Tec lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace

For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (What)

A follower never had heart, he just loyal

Thugs is glass doors, I see through 'em, put the heat to 'em

Be careful—you might get what you ask for

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9", Eminem & Both]

Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip

If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit

If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew

I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do

Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip

If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit

If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew

I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do