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Shady, me
High & Mighty back with the fliest material
Shady, Shady, me
High and Mighty Trilogy back with the beats

Packin' third eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice sized white
Words in my right, that my left ear
Your style is like the Bulls are next year

this veneer, you get stung like virgins
Who cat splurgin' instead of rehearsing'?
guys, degentrify your high rise
Lookin' more like Ronald than them Fry Guys

Go on uptown senoritas
In Bell screamin', "Viva gorditas"
Bring all dogs, I give em rabies
never had a chance like my two aborted babies

Got John Paul the second, prayin' to Satan
your vegan girlfriend cookin' up bacon
On barbiturates with that shit you hit
Smoke my spliffs withcha, 'cause spinal

My nine is liftin' ya, six feet when I spray
Hit you with twelve shots in mid-air and four on the way down
As eight strays graze through a kid's hair on the
You lay down on a stretcher, get carried away now

No pun intended, just hop out of your
And leave it before I whip out this gun and end it
Unless you want it with bullet holes any minute
'Cause I can leave your Infinite of those even if someone's in it

Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and it
Corner the market, I got her up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get and grabbed by the hair and dragged
Like cave women, I'm gravediggin' with Marilyn Manson

If you got a bowl of hash cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your hit
And if you spittin' wack on the microphone
I'ma snatch it outta your hand so I'ma detach it

So if you got a bowl of hash, you cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma your last hit
I'm off two tabs of acid
Threw my baby's mother in the and latched it

Yo yo, Eon's wack now, how you think
Couldn't get on my record if you were rap
Desecrate a crate with these I be totin'
Let's go back online and jerk off on modem

I got stupid mucus these loose lips
My loose leaf your whole persona weak
To the point that you stand up on your feet, best
Let's go back in time and steal my whole

The Quickening, did a bris at the
I'm exercisin', liftings and twistings
the nicest, I keep tellin' you
What the fuck this guy on the been sellin' you?
Here, buy

I'm e-mailin' you at the website
And you, prank you and put the fear of hell in you
Bellevue, stuffed the nurse in a purse
Disperse I added too many words in a verse

Slim Shady, a version of birth
Drivin' off, leavin' a murdered at church
The first person who searchin' the earth for the
That pulled the plug when they shoulda the surgeon first

Get curves and hit with your own words
Leave me alone, bitch, I get on my own
And if I don't got two and a middle finger to throw up
I'm off both shoes and stickin' each middle toe up

If you got a bowl of hash better it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take last hit
And if you spittin' wack on the microphone
snatch it outta your hand so fast I'ma detach it

So if you got a bowl of hash, you cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take last hit
I'm flabbergasted off two of acid
my baby's mother in the hatchback and latched it

Any out there, I'm willin' to catch it
Slim Shady, all to the High & Mighty

Slim Shady, naughty rotten
Mr. Eon, illest dropper
Shady, naughty rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest rhyme
Slim Shady, naughty rotten
Mr. Eon, illest rhyme