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home room
- I wasn't born mean, I was pushed to treachery
- I walk the streets looking for some puss to fetch me
- I'm like a veggie, brain is turned to mush, I'm edgy
- And leave a dead body in the woods, the MC
- With the Christopher Reeve beef, we started out on the wrong foot
- Or should I say fake leg made outta wood
- I shouldn't, yes I should
- Riding through the hood, I'm chillin' with freeman
- I'm quite mellow, a white fellow
- My pee is bright yellow, I like Jello
- I'm like hello to a cute little dyke on the mic I'm kinda like
- Me and freeman blastin' off
- Once again it's the sinister, cynical, minister Shady
- Kryptonite to Superman, he's a dentist to Amy
- Administer of the pain, just finished, huffing the paint
- And muffled the fumes like it was nothing because it ain't
- Anything in his way, his enemies he just slays
- His venom he spray, reaches like beams of energy rays
- Menacing stares, he glares makin' the hairs all on the back of your neck stand
- Like Dracula yep
- Spectacular rep, he's a tarantula, gargantuan
- Yah, Angela so I command you to start dancing
- Part Manson, part Hannibal, part mechanical shark
- Throwing animal parts at Scarlett Johansen
- Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass
- He's got his fangs to your neck, he's set to strangle ya ass, hater
- You're facing a task greater, he's chasing your ass
- He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table
- I'm checking the exposure, a full dose of me
- Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing
- With or without clothing, next to the decomposing
- Bodies eroding while I'm dozing off overdosing
- Windows opening shutting, doors opening closing
- I think there's a ghost
- Too much hydrocodone and Codeine
- I was only supposed to swallow a half
- I took the whole thing
- I'm not joking, I think I just snorted my nose ring
- I need a drink, I'm standing over the sink posing
- Myself, self loathing, cause I'm on a brink, mostly
- I don't wanna think this will make everything rosey
- Beverly sings, scream while I'm severing three toesies
- Totally frozen while I close in, I'm yodelling
- Rosey, won't you come out to play
- A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers
- Making shrines of my crimes and capers
- My words are whirlwinds, I murder my girlfriends
- Go to Europe and put neurofens in my syrup and stirred em
- You never heard him like this, so don't encourage him
- The neurosurgeon, coke mirrors, I'm lyrics worse than
- The kinda person to get Katie Couric to cursin'
- Eighty spirits of ladies cause Shady murdered the virgins
- Crazy turn of events that he emerged, took over the world
- And reeled in all the children, lured em into the building and killed em
- Buried em in the mulch and mildew and he will do what he feels
- And still can spit, drawn to gold like Rumpelstiltskin
- Cotton to silk, Motrin to Tylenol three pills
- The Real rappers just entered the building
- There's nothing but crumbled leaves and
- He's ill wit it, he still shouldn't be heeled
By Anonymous
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