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

this third eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they tops for nice sized white rocks
Words in my right, that my left ear
Your style is like the Bulls are next year

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

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

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

My nine is liftin' ya, six feet I spray rounds
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 un-attended before I out this gun and end it
you want it dented with bullet holes any minute
'Cause I can leave Infinite 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 by the hair and dragged
Like cave women, while I'm gravediggin' Marilyn Manson

If you got a bowl of better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your hit
And if you wack 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, flash it, take your last hit
I'm off two tabs 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'
Let's go back online and jerk off on modem

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

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

I'm e-mailin' you at the website
And mispellin' you, prank you and put the of hell 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 searchin' the for the motherfucker
That pulled the plug when shoulda alerted 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 middle finger to up
I'm takin' off both shoes and each middle toe up

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

So if you got a of hash, you better 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 out there, I'm willin' to catch it
Slim Shady, all praises to the & Mighty

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