The Reunion lyrics

[Intro: Eminem:]

Ay, you

This next song, is a true story

(Come here sl-t!)

Cause some things in this universe, don't make sense

But somehow always seem to f-ckin' work

[Verse 1: Eminem]

Driving down 975, about to hop on 696

I look over, this f-cking chick's tryina' fix

Her makeup, I'm like b-tch?

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 gon' need a stich you keep actin' like that, ho

I look like your husband sl-t? That's a rhetorical question

You talk to me like you talk to him, I'll f-ck you up

In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates

No 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 me

And says I annoy the f-ck outta her

Get in the f-cking back, put on your sl-t powder

You sl-t, what? Shut the f-ck up now, or get your feelings hurt

Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her

And she heard me spreading age rumors about her

Turn the radio up louder, make it bump

While I thump that Relapse CD, tryin'a hit every bump

In that... till I snap back in that accent

Cause she kept asking me to stop callin' her C-NT

I SAID THAT C-NT

[Hook x2: Eminem]

She said, Marshall you ain't really like that, oh oh oh

You 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 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 tweetin'

I'm feelin' a bunch of b-tches lookin' at a n-gga, cheesin'

I get approached by this little skeeser

She asked me if I'm the real 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 Camden, that little kid from...

She said I'm feeling a bit of 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 like it's hard to do?

I said I make songs for me, leave the studio

And 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 hunchback

Where 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 loveshack

Or somewhere to f-ck at, eh? Don't touch that

You fat dyke, I'm tryina hear some Bagpipes from Bagdhad

Don't act like you don't like em', them accents

I rap tight, and I'm a torture 'till we find this place, yeah that's right

Thought it was just past this light, past Van Dyke

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, b-tch flew out of the car

I laughed like, she deserved it

She 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 fight

Between my mistress and my damn wife

Then a chick wanted a hug, but she was fat

So I gave her that and told her to scat

I'm not mean, I'm [?]

On my way to the front door, taking the scenic route

To avoid this chick with a lace front

Lookin' like Venus and Serena's hooves

I'm jus' sayin', those chicks got horse asses, they been attractive

Hope when they see me they don't slap me with they tennis rackets

My mind drifted back to this sh-t

I seen my wife push her down, step over her body, and smack the mistress

Police outside, I turn and pass the gat to Vishis

Then I step out and see my evil twin

He gives me an evil grin

He mugs the mistress, turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses

Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "watch this sh-t! "

He smacks the dentures outta the mouth of the fat b-tch he rode with

Looks back to mention, "Royce, it's good to be back to business"