shadyallday wrote:everybody's like i remind them of michael myers/ why? cause i wouldn't think twice to slice ur tires/ break into ur house and attack u with a butcher knife and pliers/ i would start a fire, but the fire would ignite a riot/ then i would have to explain to the firefighters, but they wouldn't buy it, especially when my cars blocking the fire hydrant/ i try to drive away, but i start a nine car pile up/ i would stop ur bleedin chin, but it would just bleed again/ i'm so disobedient/ i need a friend, i'm a demon seed, playin with hypodermic needles and pins?/sometimes i wonder fam, could i have been the son of sam?/ probably not, i'd go to shoot and my gun would jam/ and it would suck, cause i couldn't have called a mulligan/ i'ma act like Jack the Ripper/ i'ma backslap ur sister/ if i attack this kid, u'd overreact, and i would have to act fast, and slash ur wrists up/ u would have to be a slasher film buff/ to really know which way i would have to kill her/ maybe i could re-create Freddy and Jason/ u think i'ma malevolent rapist/ i would bring the machette, but its too heavy to wave it/i can't be held accountable for all the dead bodies u find on the pavementand all the dead bodies u found in my basement!/i guess i'm sorta like Norman Bates/ but i'd probably get off on a manslaughter case/ i don't think that much force, made the camcorder break/ i was bombed out of my gourd okay/ i'ma flee the scene in a white ford like O.J./ i don't think the glove will fit/ then u must acquit/ man u know i ain't do nothin kid/ u always blame me when u find something big/ i'll let him go, if he just submit, i have no reason for doing it, just for kicks/ he shoulda never let me in/ now theres a bloody mess, and i get arrested again, go in for questioning, and get sentenced to 10/ years but i have no regrets for what i did/ i'm like Dennis the Menace, in need of medicine, i'ma go relax i just got a seditive/
so let me know what u think man write me back peace...
Oh shit!
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jan Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The +Proof+ is in the puddin, just ask the Deshaun Holton
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
Owned !!!!!
