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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you got a bowl of better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, take 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 of hash, you better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, take your last hit
I'm flabbergasted off two 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 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 whole persona weak
To the point that you stand up on feet, best retreat
Let's go back in time and my whole steez

The Quickening, did a bris at the
I'm exercisin', doin' and twistings
Instinct's the nicest, I keep you
What the fuck 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 in a purse
Disperse like I too many words in a verse

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

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

If you got a bowl of better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma your last hit
And if you spittin' shit 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 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
Shady, all praises to the High & Mighty

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