I'm ice grillin you, starin you down with a gremlin grin I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym I'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias to save me with in case I get chased by space aliens A brainiac, with a cranium packed, full of more uranium than a maniac Saudi Arabian A highly combustible head, spazmatic strapped to a Kraftmatic adjustable bed Laid up in the hospital in critical condition I flatlined; jumped up and ran from the mortician High speed, IV full of thai weed Lookin Chinese, with my knees stuck together like siamese twins, joined at the groin like lesbians Uhh, pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pins I hope God forgives me for my sins -- it probably all depends on if I keep on killin my girlfriends
(Yo!) Last night I O.D.'d on rush, mushrooms and dust and got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed (don't fall) (Shucks!) I'm an alcoholic and that's all I can say I call in to work, cause all I do is frolic and play I swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a day of Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I'll be (don't fall) (RRARRRRH) Give me eleven Excederin my head'll spin Medicine'll get me revvin like (ohhh) a 747 jet engine Scratched my balls til I shredded skin "Doctor, check this rash, look how red it's been" "It's probably AIDS!" Forget it then I strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows that don't even make sense, like dykes usin dildos So reach in your billfolds, for ten ducats and pick up this Slim Shady shit that's on Rawkus
This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit white-out Cuz y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows (where you at?) Climbed out of a nice house, through the front window and heard this guy shout "Hey that's my couch, heyyyy!" Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout While I'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse than flippin a convertible Nose first wit the top off landin upside-down You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape I'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my nuts shaved And Sway & Tech, two disk jockeys Breakin so many friggin needles I wonder if they inject
Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40 Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said case closed end of discussion I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombas We blowin up your house killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath Walk the block with a labrador Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like the eyebrow on Al (cut)
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(Yo!) Last night I O.D.'d on rush, mushrooms and dust and got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed (don't fall) (Shucks!) I'm an alcoholic and that's all I can say I call in to work, cause all I do is frolic and play I swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a day of Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I'll be (don't fall) (RRARRRRH) Give me eleven Excederin my head'll spin Medicine'll get me revvin like (ohhh) a 747 jet engine Scratched my balls til I shredded skin "Doctor, check this rash, look how red it's been" "It's probably AIDS!" Forget it then I strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows that don't even make sense, like dykes usin dildos So reach in your billfolds, for ten ducats and pick up this Slim Shady shit that's on Rawkus
This place is my house, I might as well erase my face wit white-out Cuz y'all can't see me like Mase's eyebrows (where you at?) Climbed out of a nice house, through the front window and heard this guy shout "Hey that's my couch, heyyyy!" Pull a nine out during a rhyme bout While I'm rippin this shit, put a clip in it spit five rounds And murder you hoes worse than flippin a convertible Nose first wit the top off landin upside-down You're tied down and duct-taped, fuck rape I'd rather just hump a slut's leg wit my nuts shaved And Sway & Tech, two disk jockeys Breakin so many friggin needles I wonder if they inject
Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40 Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said case closed end of discussion I'm blowin up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombas We blowin up your house killing your parents and coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I aint making no more threats I'm doing drivebys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath Walk the block with a labrador Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like the eyebrow on Al (cut)
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