Letras
Yo, Slim Shady
Yo, I fuckin' (alright), I-
Down the crash with the pole, your wife dancin' on a pole
It's a goddamn shame, your wife trickin' all the bros
Me and cuz are always twinnin', block spinnin' rims spinnin'
Packs in the racks, get 'em, scarin' women, I ain't trippin'
Let's get personal, I'd rather use a knife (ah)
Why the fuck ATL filled with hella dice?
(I don't know) I ain't worried 'bout a switch
The only strap is on your bitch
Bring the white over, think I need a fix
Call me Rugrat, I'm Tommy in this bitch
I don't trust hoes, I don't need a bitch
I got some mental issues I don't wanna fix
Small head, ball high up in this bitch
Small fry ass chick, you a bitch
Jim Carrey, Truman, reality shit
I got some screws loose, I'm focused on the licks
She a dog, bitch, and she just need my bone
Should I drop the album, pussy, or I postpone?
I'm incomparable, I'm special, mental retard, lack of chromosomes
Run your pockets, and I come up on the phone, huh
Rob a faggot, pussy, you a homophobe, yeah
Call me Tyrone, I'm fuckin' on your wife, yeah
Rent a pussy, only good for the night
Sacrifice a bitch and told her she gon' die tonight (I fuckin', 'right, I-)
If you eat it, it'll greet you, in a battle, I'm too weedy to speak to
The only key that I see to defeat you
Would be for me to remove these two Adidas and beat you
And force-feed you them both and on each beat as it bleats you (ah)
I lift you off your feet so fast with a roundhouse
You think I pulled the fuckin' ground out from underneath you (bitch)
I ain't no fuckin' GM or cannibal, I ain't tryna shoot you
I'm tryna chop you into pieces and eat you
Wrap you in broken plastic, stab you with broken glass
And have you with open gashes, strap you in 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 gases 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 in smoke and ashes
She a dog, bitch, and she just need my bone
Should I drop the album, pussy, or I postpone?
I'm incomparable, I'm special, mental retard, lack of chromosomes
Run your pockets, and I come up on the phone, huh
Rob a faggot, pussy, you a homophobe, yeah
Call me Tyrone, I'm fuckin' on your wife, yeah
Rent a pussy, only good for the night
Sacrifice a bitch and told her she gon' die tonight