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this shit's gon be rated R, restricted
You see this bullet hole in my
neck? It's self inflicted Doctor
slapped my momma, "Bitch you
got a sick kid" Arrested,
molested myself and got convicted
Wearing visors, sunglasses and
disguises Cause my split personality
is having an identity crisis I'm
Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyl Disrespectful
Hearing voices in my head while
these whispers echo "Murder
Murder Redrum" Brain size
of a bread crumb Which drug will
I end up dead from Inebriated,
till my stress is eleviated "How
in the fuck can Eminem and shady
be related?" Illiterate, illigitimate
shit spitter Bitch getter, hid
in the bush like Margot Kidder
Jumped out (Ahhhh!) killed the
bitch and did her Use to let the
babysitter suck my dick when I
was little'er Smoke a blunt while
I'm titty fuckin Bette Midler Sniper,
waiting on your roof like the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme
with Riddler Didn't Ya? Bring your
bitch I wanna see if this dick
gon' fit in her (Redman Sample)
I'm low down and I'm shiftee And
if you hear a man that sounds like
me smack'em And ask him where the
fuck did he get his damn raps from
(repeat) I lace tunes, I'm out
this world like Space Moons With
a bunch crazed loons dismissin
brains like braze wounds Nothing
but idiots and misfits, dipshits
Doing whippits, passed out like
Sanford snippits Where's the weed,
I wanna tamper with it I'ma let
your grandpa hit it Mix it up with
cocaine so her can't forget it
Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum But I
was put on this earth to make your
baby mama cum So what I'm on is
way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic
beverage Losing all of my leverage
Went up inside the First National
Bank broke, and left rich Walking
bio-hazard causing wreckage Smoked
out like ? Band just making my
neck itch What the fuck? Gimme
the tech bitch You just lost your
tip, there's a pubic hair in my
breakfast Got shit popping off
like bottle cap tips Get your cap
peeled like the dead skin of your
mama's chapped lips Slap hips,
support domestic violence Beat
your bitches ass while your kids
stare in silence I'm just joking,
is Dirty Dozen's really dust smoking?
If all your shit's missing, than
probably one of us broke in Chorus
My head's ringing, like it was
Spider Sense tingling Lit it like
Green Bay did when they shitted
on New England I'm out the game,
put the second string in This Brandy
got my swinging Bobbing back and
forth like a penguin Delinquent,
toking microphones with Broken
English Make your mama be like
"Ohh! This is good! Who sing
this?" "Slim Shady, his
tape is dope, I love it It's rugged,
but he needs to quit talking all
that drug shit." It was predicted
by a medic I'd grow to be an addicted
diabetic Living off liquid Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think this
headache's ever vanishing Panicing,
I think I might have just took
too much Anasin Frozen Manaquin,
posted stiffer than a statue I
think I'm dying, God is that you?
Somebody help me, before I OD on
an LP Take me to ER ASAP for and
IV Motherfuck JOP, they don't support
no hip hop They say that's where
it ends, the closest they gon come
is Tupac It's politics, it's all
a fix Setup by these white blue
collared hicks Just to make a dollar
off of black music With a subliminal
ball of tricks But those can kiss
ass and swallow dicks Chorus |
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