| Half an Ativan, I'm drivin' straight at a van |
| In a black Sedan, fast as I can |
| In Pakistan gettin' chased by a pack of Stans |
| You know how I roll, bitch (What?), I'm an avalanche |
| This my shit, I'm gonna spit it how I wanna spit it |
| Whoever gets offended, suck a dick and fuck a critic |
| 'Bout to get retarded on this motherfuckin' shit, it |
| "You can't say retarded," shut up, midget (The fuck?) |
| And I've been tryna break the habit of sayin' any R words |
| But I'm still an addict, so it's getting harder (Ah) |
| Been callin' bitches "hoes" since a kindergartner |
| This is Jimmy Carter, now I'm kitty-cornered (What?) |
| Sittin' in PC court with a shitty lawyer (Shit), like damn |
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| You got an addiction, man (Ah) |
| I know you can't get rid of me forever |
| 'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man |
| Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (Woo) |
| You got an addiction, man |
| I know you can't get rid of me forever |
| 'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man |
| Next time, I'll be in your vein (Yeah) |
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| Was just a kid from Detroit who knew how to destroy the booth |
| And had a point to prove (Yeah), and I'm missin' (What?) |
| Venomous, still I poison youth, sentences (Yeah) |
| I'm pennin' are just to toy with you |
| Which is a joy to do, Slim is just (What?) |
| A lyricist here to voice his true sentiments (Yeah), got the women pissed |
| And it seems like men are just (What?) off growing a huge clitoris (Pussies) |
| Yeah, I probably annoyed a few feminists |
| I reminisce on them blowing a fuse over my points of views |
| Still I'm devoid of two shits to give (Yeah) |
| My thinkin' is primitive |
| But when it comes to givin' it to anybody, boy, is Bruce generous (Marshall) |
| And I'm 'bout as much of boy as Bruce Jenner is (Damn) |
| 'Cause I'm not a boy, I'm a man, bitch, man-bitch (Ha-ha) |
| My speech is free as his choice to choose gender is (Man) |
| This shit is like opioid abuse, isn't it? (Yup) |
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| You got an addiction, man |
| I know you can't get rid of me forever |
| 'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man |
| Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (Woo, uh) |
| You got an addiction, man |
| I know you can't get rid of me forever |
| 'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man |
| Next time, I'll be in your veins |
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| There's times when I lay down to sleep I argue with myself |
| Am I the only one who thinks it's weird? Do I need help? |
| Just a little bit, no, a lot of it, I really, really gotta quit |
| Something's wrong with me, my God, old habits die hard |
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| Look at you |
| What's the matter with you people? |
| You're sad that people are mean? |
| Well, I'm sorry, the world isn't one big liberal arts college campus |
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| Mom shaming, dad shaming (Ah), yeah |
| Fat shaming (What?), man-splaining, blah (Pfft) |
| Cry babies attack Shady, wah |
| Mad 'cause they can't tame me (Get it) |
| Here come the censors (Look out), like the Avengers |
| And they assemble like Prince and then turn |
| A word like "ginger" into the N-word |
| All these pronouns (Ah) I can't remember (Damn) |
| They or them, theirs? (Who?) His or him, hers? (Ah) |
| Into them girls who bought tits to get attention |
| Then get hit on by ugly men who are (Creep) |
| Not in your league, so you pretend you're a victim |
| And me-too 'em (Ah), outraged, how fake? (What?) |
| Nowadays, some gals, they (What?) just clout-chase (Yeah) |
| Look at me with sour grapes and your brow raised |
| Bitch, you ain't about head (What?), about face (Woo) |
| Little white, middle-age, upper-middle-class |
| With a glass of wine and your cigarette |
| Bitch, get off the internet (Yeah) |
| You ain't even fed your kids dinner yet (Still) |
| Parental discretion, mental aggression, my head's a Smith & Wesson |
| You're messin' with a lethal weapon, like an evil stepdad |
| I got an infrared like the ginger stepkid who pissed the bed |
| I do this shit in jest and it's just a messin' up with your head |
| And if men wanna wear lipstick and women's underwear |
| Who cares? Their shit is their business, now bear witness |
| Beware, bitches, the Blair Witch on you scared bitches |
| I'm surreptitious (What?) on square business |
| Just attacked my therapist with a pair of scissors like "Merry Christmas" |
| Dressed as a Hare Krishna, terrorist with a hair trigger (Woo) |
| But with these buttons I'm always pushing (Yeah), pain I'm always inflicting |
| (What?) |
| Protestors outside the Shady offices livid (Yeah) |
| It'll make you think that you had the game on lock 'til they pick it (Trick it) |
| Only way for me to explain it is I'm conflicted (What?) |
| Walkin' on eggshells, like if I take it too far, is this it? (Yeah) |
| Part of me gets it and wants to say I'm sorry and fix it (I'm so-) |
| So all my statements are basically contradictive (What?) |
| Like using the F-word for gay is wrong and offensive (What?) |
| And insensitive as if me sayin' the R-word isn't (Wait) |
| Wait a minute, which R-word? Rape or retarded, midget? (Not cool, guys) |
| Would this rhyme be okay if South Park had did it? (Okay, screw you guys) |
| Would it make you less angry if Cartman spit it? (Goddammit) |
| And as far as what I just stated, regarding midgets |
| You'll probably think I'll just say that I'm playin', I'm not, I meant it (Yeah) |
| Swear to God I see one of them little fuckers come at me |
| I'll pick it up by its legs and drop it and kick it |
| "Marshall, you're wicked, face it, you are addicted" (I know) |
| But they gon' do me the same as DaBaby with all of this shit (Why?) |
| Chappelle and Colin, they're callin' Shady misogynistic |
| While raisin' three daughters, two graduated from college with honor |
| Summa cum laude, my sense of humor is probably twisted |
| It's painfully obvious-tic |
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| You got an addiction, man |
| I know you can't get rid of me forever |
| 'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man |
| Goddamn, I miss you, Slim (Woo, hey) |
| You got an addiction, man |
| I know you can't get rid of me forever |
| 'Cause you know that I'm prescription, man |
| Next time, I'll be in your veins (Haha) |
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| I'm just playin', little people, you know I love you |
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