Luyện nghe bài hát Low, Down, Dirty

Warning, this shit's gon' be rated R,
You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's inflicted
slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid"
Arrested, molested and got convicted

Wearing visors, sunglasses and
my split personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
voices in my head while these whispers echo
"Murder Redrum"

Brain size of a crumb
Which drug will I end up from
Inebriated, my stress is elevated
How in the fuck can and Shady be related?

Illiterate, illegitimate shit
Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Kidder
out killed the bitch and did her
Use to let the suck my dick when I was little'er

Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fuckin' Midler
Sniper, on your roof like the Fiddler
Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme Riddler
Didn't Ya? your bitch, I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her

I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from

I lace tunes, I'm out this world Space Moons
With a bunch crazed loons dismissin' brains like wounds
Nothing but and misfits, dip shits
whip pits, passed out like Sanford snip pits

Where's the weed, I tamper with it
let your grandpa hit it
Mix it up with cocaine so her forget it
Fuck it, I'm a bum

But I was put on this earth to make your mama cum
So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic
all of my leverage
Went up inside the First National Bank broke, and rich

Walking causing wreckage, smoked out like Eckridge
just making my neck itch, what the fuck? Gimme the tech bitch
You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my
Got shit popping off bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of mama's chapped lips

Slap hips, support violence
Beat bitches ass while your kids stare in silence
I'm joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust smoking?
If all your shit's missing, than one of us broke in

I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you a man that sounds like me smack him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from

My head's ringing, like it was Spider Sense
Lit it Green Bay did when they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the second in
Brandy got my swinging

Bobbing back and like a penguin
Delinquent, toking microphones Broken English
Make mama be like "Oh, this is good, who sing this?"
Slim Shady, his is dope, I love it
It's rugged, but he to quit talking all that drug shit

It was predicted by a
I'd to be an addicted diabetic
Living off Triametic
Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's vanishing

Panicking, I think I might have just took too much
Frozen Manaquin, stiffer than a statue
I think I'm dying, God is you?
help me, before I OD on an LP

Take me to ER for an IV
Motherfuck JLB, they support no hip hop
They say that's where it ends, the they gon' come is Tupac
politics, it's all a fix

Setup by these white collared hicks
to make a dollar off of black music
With a ball of tricks
But those can kiss ass and dicks

I'm low down and I'm
And if you hear a man that sounds like me him
And ask him where the did he get his damn raps from
I'm low and I'm shiftee
And if you hear a man that sounds me smack him
And ask him where the fuck did he get his raps from