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Shady, me
High & Mighty Trilogy 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
in my right, that pass my left ear
Your is ass-out like the Bulls are next year

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

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

Got Pope John the second, prayin' to Satan
Have your vegan girlfriend cookin' up
On barbiturates that shit that you hit
Smoke my spliffs withcha, spinal bifida

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

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

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

If you got a bowl of better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, take your last hit
And if you spittin' wack 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, it, I'ma 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?
Couldn't get on my record if you were rap
a crate with these rhymes I be totin'
Let's go back online and jerk off on modem

I got stupid mucus from these lips
My loose leaf leave your whole persona
To the that you stand 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', doin' and twistings
the nicest, I keep tellin' you
What the this guy on the corner been sellin' you?
Here, buy

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

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

Get curves and hit with your own words
Leave me alone, bitch, I get on my own
And if I got two balls and a middle finger to throw up
I'm takin' off both shoes and stickin' 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
I'ma snatch it outta your hand so fast detach it

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

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

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