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

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

this veneer, you get stung like virgins
Who that cat splurgin' instead of
Tough guys, degentrify your high
Lookin' like Ronald than them fuckin' Fry Guys

Go on fuckin' senoritas
In Bell screamin', "Viva gorditas"
all your dogs, I give em rabies
They had a chance like my two aborted babies

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

My nine is liftin' ya, six feet when I rounds
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, hop out of your whip
And leave it un-attended before I whip out gun and end it
Unless you want it dented bullet holes any minute
'Cause I can leave your full of those even if someone's in it

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

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

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

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

I got mucus from these loose lips
My loose leaf leave your persona weak
To the that you stand up on your feet, best retreat
Let's go in time 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
What the this guy on the corner been sellin' you?
Here, buy

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

Slim Shady, a perverted of birth
Drivin' off, leavin' a murdered virgin at
The first who searchin' the earth 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 both shoes and stickin' each toe up

If you got a of hash better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma your last hit
And if you wack 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 cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take last hit
I'm flabbergasted off two tabs of
Threw my 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, rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest rhyme
Shady, naughty rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest dropper
Shady, naughty rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest dropper