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

Packin' this third eye, a Cyclops
They trade in they high tops for nice white rocks
Words in my right, pass my left ear
Your style is ass-out like the Bulls are year

Fear this veneer, you get stung like
Who that cat instead of rehearsing'?
Tough guys, degentrify your high
Lookin' more like than them fuckin' Fry Guys

Go on uptown fuckin'
In Taco screamin', "Viva gorditas"
Bring all your dogs, I give em
They never had a chance like my two aborted

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

My nine is liftin' ya, six feet when I spray
Hit you with twelve shots in mid-air and more on the way down
As eight strays graze a kid's hair on the playground
You lay on a stretcher, don't get carried away now

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Quickening, did a at the christenin'
I'm exercisin', doin' and twistings
Instinct's the nicest, I keep you
the fuck this guy on the corner been sellin' you?
Here, buy

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

Slim Shady, a perverted version of
off, leavin' a murdered virgin at church
The first person who the earth for the motherfucker
That pulled the plug when they shoulda alerted the surgeon

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

If you got a of hash better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, take your last hit
And if you spittin' wack shit on the
I'ma snatch it outta your 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 your last hit
I'm flabbergasted off two tabs of
Threw my baby's mother in the hatchback and it

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

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