Eminem ft Royce Da 5’9″ – The Reunion Lyrics

[Eminem]
 Ayo, this next song is a [bad word] story [bad word] here, [bad word] 

[Intro]
 Cause some things in this universe
 Don’t make sense but somehow (Always seem to [bad word] work)

[Verse 1: Eminem]
 Driving down I-75 about to hop on 696
 I look over this [bad word] chick’s trying to fix her makeup
 I’m like [bad word]  you ain’t a plastic surgeon
 I advise ya to put up your visor, I’m getting kinda ticked
 You’re blocking my side mirror, she’s like yeah, so? I’m like so?
 You gonna need a stitch you keep acting like that, ho
 I look like your husband [bad word]  That’s a rhetorical question
 You talk to me like you talk to him, I’ll [bad word] you up
 In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates
 No [bad word] rides shotgun, what taxi?
 Stop and pick you some Maxi Pads up is that what you actually ask me?
 [bad word] reaches over and smacks me
 And says I annoy the [bad word] outta her, get in the [bad word] back
 Put on your [bad word] powder, you [bad word]  what? Shut the [bad word] up now
 Or get your feelings hurt, worse than my last chick when
 I accidentally butt dialed her topnotchhiphop
 She heard me spreading [bad word] about her
 Turn the radio up louder, make it thump
 While I bump that Relapse CD, trying to hit every bump in that [bad word]  Thought I snap back in that accent cause she kept asking me
 To quit calling her [bad word]  I said I [bad word]  she said, Marshall

[Hook: Eminem]
 You ain’t really like that, oh
 You’re putting on a show, where’s your mic at?
 Cause you’re breaking my heart
 She said you’re breaking my heart

[Verse 2: Royce]
 Uh, pull up to the club in a Porsche, not a Pinto
 While Marshall’s at a white trash party, I’m at drama central
 I walk up in there looking at my phone, on Twitter tweeting
 I’m feeling a bunch of [bad word] looking at a [bad word]  cheesing
 I get approached by this little skeeser
 She asked me am I the realest G, cause I’m Gucci from head to feet
 I said, yeah, I’m really is cause I spit in your man’s face
 Like Cam did that kid on Killa Season
 She said I’m feeling your big ego, wait, 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 as if it’s hard to do?
 I said I make songs for me, leave the studio
 And go and [bad word] the [bad word] who belong to who making songs for you
 She said I’m feeling your whole swagger and flow, can we hook up?
 I said, umm, you just used the word swagger, so no, she said

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Eminem]
 We been riding around in this hatchback until I’m [bad word] hunchback
 Where the [bad word] s this party at slutbag [bad word]  Cut what act?
 Think it’s an act? [bad word] that, I’m trying to shag scuz
 Better find this love shack or somewhere to [bad word] at, ah, don’t touch that
 You fat [bad word]  I’m trying to hear some Bagpipes from Baghdad
 Don’t act like you don’t like them, them accents, I rap tight
 And I’m a torture until we find this place, yeah that’s right
 Thought it was just past this light, past Van [bad word]  Better hit that map right, read them directions, oh yeah
 You can’t read and you can’t write, told me that last night
 She took my CD out the deck, snapped in half like
 Relapse sucked, I snapped, hit the gas like
 Blew through the light, spun out, hit a patch of black ice
 Forgot we had a trailer hitch to the back, we jackknifed
 [bad word] flew out of the car, I laughed like, she deserved it
 She didn’t think I’d act like that in person
 (Royce, Marshall just crashed right in front of the club)

[Verse 4: Royce]
 Tell him I’ll be there in a minute
 I’m trying to break up this cat fight between my mistress and [bad word] wife
 Then a chick wanted a hug, she was fat
 So I gave her dap, then I tell her to scat, I’m not mean, I’m cute
 On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route
 To avoid this chick with a lace front looking like Venus’s and S