| Yo Slim Shady!
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| Yo I’ll f*ckin I’ll
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| I’ll puke, eat it, and freak you (eww)
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| Battle? |
| I’m too weeded to speak to
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| The only key that I see to defeat you
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| Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
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| And force feed you 'em both, and on each feet is a cleat shoe
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| I’ll lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
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| you’ll think I pulled the f*ckin ground out from underneath you
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| (B*tch!) I ain’t no f*ckin G, I’m a cannibal
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| I ain’t tryin to shoot you
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| I’m tryin to chop you into pieces and eat you
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| Wrap you in rope and plastic, stab you with broken glass
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| And have you with open gashes strapped to a soakin mattress
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| Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ah!)
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| F*ck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis
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| I’m so bananas I’m showin up to your open casket
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| To fill it full of explosive gasses
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| And close it back with a lit match in it
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| While I sit back and just hope it catches
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| Blow you to fragments
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| Laugh, roll you and smoke the ashes
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| I see the light at the end
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| But every time I take a step, it gets dim
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| Tell me is this hell we’re livin in?
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| If so, heaven’s got to be better
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| But if we’re hellbound, whatever, let’s go down
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| Am I the worst? |
| Because I, never go to church (never)
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| I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse
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| I’ma drink 'til my liver rot, see the doc
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| Leave the E.R., then hit a bar for a liquor shot, 'til the liver spot
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| One day we all gon' die
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| But when I die, I’ma be so high
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| That I’ma get up and walk, leavin the concrete bare
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| with the chalk outline still there
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| I smoke 'til I choke and I sex a lot
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| I got a cross on my chain but it’s just a rock
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| Now if I pray everynight (night)
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| Do I still have to hold my trey very tight?
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| You feel me God? |
| I done did so much shit while on Earth
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| I smoke, I drink, I curse, and to make matters worse
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| I bust my gun first, and then I chat with your corpse
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| Since way back, I was one to never like back-talk
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| See me at the pearly gates in line, wearin a Nordface
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| Nickle nine at my waist, God done lost faith
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| Angels greet me but I don’t reply back
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| Just show me to my quarters, and oh yeah, where’s Thai at?
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| I see the light at the end
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| But every time I take a step, it gets dim
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| Tell me is this hell we’re livin in?
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| If so, heaven’s got to be better
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| But if we’re hellbound, whatever, let’s go down
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| Maxie was seriously wounded but the soul still burns
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| Final battle, fight!
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| Analyze the strength of my game, like Lee Corso
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| Call me a lost soul, with a vest on my torso
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| And of course, yo, y’all know I’m no stranger to danger
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| Like Christ in a manger, feel a whole range of my anger
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| I breathe down shit so hard you can see sound
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| And beat down these rap clowns in like three rounds
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| My pen 'bout as sharp as a dagger, walk with a swagger
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| Tie your wife to the back of a black Jag and I drag her
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| Ten blocks, untie the b*tch and I still bag her
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| Give her a smack in the a*s and a six pack of lager
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| My sh*t go as deep and as dark as a train tunnel
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| My flows spill like usin the wrong end of a funnel
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| Everyday I grow more older, and more colder
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| Fly you to Colorado, roll you over with a Boulder
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| I know you want to retaliate but you won’t dare
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| Cause you f*ckin with some ni*gaz like this who just don’t care
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| I see the light at the end
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| But every time I take a step, it gets dim
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| Tell me is this hell we’re livin in?
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| If so, heaven’s got to be better
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| But if we’re hellbound, whatever, let’s go down
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| But every time I take a step, it gets dim
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| Tell me is this hell we’re livin in?
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| Haha
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| Time’s up!
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| You lose! |