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