A guy I chat with online got these somehow and sent 'em to me, apparently new Shady lyrics??? IDK seems fishy but he also had the 25 to Life & Talking 2 Myself snippets so IDK.
I don't stress or get mad, I just drop lines that wreck fags and dissect cats
I'm fucking trashy as meth labs, step back, I'm like when Meth raps
'All I need' is to 'bring the pain' and you know I 'rock wilder'*
Rhymes turn men to kids and I ain't afraid to drop toddlers
I turn your neck Red, your head's decapitated but I 'pick it up'
Its 'whateva man', I want that shit on the hood of my pickup truck
It's Slim the Ripper, butchering fags like hooker attacks
What're you looking at? So what if I'm wearing a trench coat and crooked hat?
My personality's split, the lone assassin that attacks in teams
I'm smashing spleens and slashing teens who think they're rappin' fiends
I'm what you yearn to be, don't worry, the hysteria's comin'
I'm buryin' fuckers, underground like they're Harriet Tubman
I play rappers like pinball machines, send them all to me
They call and scream when I disolve their balls in bleach
We got the Doc I'm the professor, its apparent that I'm wreckin' the lessers
Einstein quoted my lines and gave me parenthetical reference
You fuckin' bird brain, my words stain and leave you with wrinkled feathers
I'll turn your skin to leather, forensics will need DNA and dental records
(Chorus)
I've seen too much, been through too much shit
You can suck a nut if you think I'll quit
Til my bowels give in, it's 2010
When I'm 93 I'll still watch my albums spin
I'm Mr. Mathers
Yo let's do this, my words are so dirty my whole head's polluted
Stuck my finger in a socket and the house got electrocuted
I'm just so high charged, that each and every one my bars
Is the equivilant of jumpstarting Frankenstein's corpse with 5 cars
My words are striking this faker til he's numb like a Vicodin taker
I'm drinking gas, spittin' it on Nick, and fucking lighting the vapors
I got this dude lit up, he's roasted, and the smoke keeps swirling higher
This is like when Mariah caught him with a curling iron and wearing girls attire:
Straight embarassing, and I think it's apparent I'm arrogant
It's also apparent his parents never planned on ever parenting
He's Mommy's lil' accident, the product of a ripped condom and vodka
This is overkill faggot i gotcha, left you shook like a maraca
"C'mon Slim, you really gonna pick on a skinny prick with no confidence?"
Hell yeah man, he's a bitch like every one of Cudi's problems is
I'll hack this kid, make him suck his own dick after I jack his ribs
Weld his anus shut, and feed him 10 boxes of laxatives
(Chorus)
I've seen too much, been through too much shit
You can suck a nut if you think I'll quit
Til my bowels give in, it's 2010
When I'm 93 I'll still watch my albums spin
I thought I told you faggot,
I'm Mr. Mathers