Menzo wrote:Besides the ones mentioned, I really like the Whole verse on "Evil Twin".
So who's left, Lady Gaga? Messed with the Bieber
Nah, F with Christina, I ain't fucking with either Jessica neither
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker
Than strep with the fever, get the cloriseptic, Excedrin, Aleve
Or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's, feel like I'm burning to death
But I'm freezing bed ridden and destined to never leave the
Bedroom ever again like the legend of Heath-uh Ledger
My suicide notes, barely legible read the, bottom
It's signed by the Joker, Lorena said I never can leave her
She'd sever my wiener I ever deceive her
Fuck that shit bitch, give up my dick for pussy
I'd be Jerry Mathers, I'd ever left it at beaver
Get them titties cut off tryna mess with the cleaver
Golly-wally, I vent, heat register, Jesus
Ever since 1-9-9-4-6 Dresden, it was definitely
My destiny when on the steps, I met DeShaun
At Osborn, I'd never make it to sophomore
I just wanted to skip school and rap, used to mop floors
Flip burgers and wash dishes, but I wrote rhymes
Trying to get props for 'em, cause I took book-smarts and swapped for 'em
They was sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin'
Made them break out the popcorn
Now I've been hip-hop in it's tip-top form
Since N.W.A was blaring through my car windows
Leaning on the horn, screaming "fuck the police" like cop porn
Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn
Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four
And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore, and I got an Evil Twin
So who the fuck do you think that third and that fourth spot's for
And as crazy as I am I'm much tamer than him
And I'm nuts, then again who the fuck wants a plain Eminem
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin
Evil Twin, please come in, what was your name again
Hi, faggot; look who's back with a crab up his ass
Like a lobster crawled up there, two rabbits, a koala bear
And a ball of hair, and you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs
Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's just small up there
Peace to Whitney, geez just hit me
That I should call the looney police to come get me
Cause I'm so sick of bein' the truth, I wish someone finally admit me
Into a mental hospital with Britney
Oh LMFAO, no way, ho
Jose Baez couldn't beat this rap, OJ no
Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho
Hey ho, I sound like I'm trying to sing
The fucking chorus to Hip Hop Hooray
No I’m hollering you got bottom-end like an 808
And a bass whether we're fucking off that instead of your face, so
Let your low end raise, yo
Tango, what you think, ho
Slow dancing or bowling
You trying to hold hands with your homie
What, you think I'm looking for romance cause I'm lonely
Change that tune, you ain't got remote chance to control me
Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a bo-ner
Superman try to fuck me over, it won't hurt
Don't try to fix me, I'm broke so I don't work
So are you, but you're broke cause you don't work
But all bullshit aside I hit a stride
Still Shady inside, hair every bit is dyed
As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side
And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
Cause we are the same, bitch
Some of the best verses of his career
