Yeah, to figure out the difference But I think I think the lines are starting to get
I'm in a place I feel Mase when he gave up the game for his faith I like I'm caged in these chains and restraints every stranger in the place while I gaze into space 'Cause I'm mentally rearranging his
I need a of pace 'cause the pace I'm working at is dangerous There's nowhere to dump anger and thanks to this angst I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and slowly roasting 'em 'Cause that's where most of my is based
Fuck feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints I just want to hurt you, aim for the Then aim for all these fake Kanye's, Jay's, Wayne's and the I'm cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of wack I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and I'm all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is I'm strapped for battles, suck a duck, out the back, let's bar fight
your arsenal and beware of bar stools flying through the air And bottles breaking, mirrors And I ain't stopping 'til the swear jar's You done every woman a slut, but you forgetting Sarah Marshall Oh my bad, And next time I show up in court I'll be naked and square a Judge be "That's sharp, how much that motherfucker cost you?" ass, you lucky I don't tear it off you And jump your bones, you sexy You so fucking gravy, Marshall, I should start you au jus
'Cause all you do is spit them out the wazoo Evil twin, take this now, it's on you" I people can change, but only for the worse I could've the world if it wasn't for this verse So Kmart chains panic 'Cause they can't even spin back the words 'Cause it when they're reversed, motherfucker
And these are like parrots They run the house just like terrorists "fuck, shit, fuck" Adult with a like arrogance Wild ever since the day I came out I was "merits, fuck that" I'd be loud and I like swearing From the first album even the gals were "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" But my mouth was nightmare-ish
And from the start of it you felt like you were a of this And the opposition the opposite Sometimes I listen and them old albums Often as I can and through all them bitches To make sure I up with my competition, ha ha
Hogger of beats, of rhymes Borderline genius bored of his lines And sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now like I might just strike first and ignore the replies
This darkness in me (Evil twin) Here it again (Evil twin) If you chose my pen that ain't me my evil twin He's just a friend who pops up now and (Evil twin) So don't me, blame him (Evil twin) I step out and see my evil twin, he me an evil grin
back to the land of the living, my friend You slept for quite some time
So left? Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either neither Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than struck with the Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's Feel like I'm burning to death, but I'm Bed-written and to never leave the Bedroom ever again like the legend of Ledger My notes, barely legible read the Bottom, it's signed by The Lorraine I never can leave her sever my wiener I ever deceive her
Fuck that shit, Give up my dick for pussy, I'd be Jerry I'd ever left it to Get them titties cut off trying to mess the cleaver Golly-wally I bet he registered since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden it was definite lean My destiny went on the steps, I met Deshaun at I'd never it to sophomore I just wanted to skip school and rap, to mop floors Flip and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes trying to get props for 'em I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em
They were sleeping, I made stop snorin' Made break out the popcorn Now been hip hop in its tip top form Since N.W.A. was blaring through my car windows on the horn Screaming "fuck the police" cop porn
Flipped rap on its ear like I coin top 5, bitch, I'm top 4 And that includes Biggie and Pac, And I got an evil twin, so who do you that's 3rd and that 4th spot's for? And as crazy as I am I'm tamer than him And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck to plain Eminem? But no one's insaner than Slim, look at evil grin (evil twin) Please come in, what was your name
Hi, who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there Two rabbits, a koala bear and a of hair And you're all aware I got it all upstairs Guess that's why I'm an and it's just small up there to Whitney, geez, just hit me That I call the looney police to come get me 'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth I wish somebody finally me Into a hospital with Britney
Oh, LMFAO, no way, ho Jose Baez beat this rap, OJ no Hooray, I'm off the hook like Anthony Hey ho, hey ho I sound like I'm trying to sing the chorus to fucking hip hop No, I'm hollering, you got bottom in like an Eight and a whether I'm fucking off that instead of your face, ho Let your low raise, yo
Tango, you think, ho? Slow in bowling You trying to hold hands with your You think I'm looking for romance 'cause I'm lonely? Change that tune, you got remote chance to control me Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a tried to fuck me over, it won't hurt Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I work So are you, but you're broke 'cause you don't
But all aside I hit a stride Still Shady inside, hair every bit is As it to be when I first introduced y'all to my skiddish side And blamed it on him when they to criticize 'Cause we are the same,