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

Packin' this eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in high tops for nice sized white rocks
Words in my right, that pass my ear
style is ass-out like the Bulls are next year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo yo, wack now, how you think that?
get on my record if you were shrink rap
Desecrate a crate with rhymes I be totin'
go back online and jerk off on your modem

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

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

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

Shady, a perverted version of birth
Drivin' off, a murdered virgin at church
The first person who searchin' the for the motherfucker
That pulled the when they shoulda alerted the surgeon first

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

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

So if you got a bowl of hash, you better 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, illest dropper
Slim Shady, rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest dropper
Slim Shady, rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, rhyme dropper