Eminem - Low, Down, Dirty Lyrics
Warning, this shits gon be rated r, restrictedYou see this bullet hole in my neck? its self inflictedDoctor slapped my momma, ***** you got a sick kidArrested, molested myself and got convictedWearing visors, sunglasses and disguisesCause my split personality is having an identity crisisIm dr. hyde and mr. jekylDisrespectfulHearing voices in my head while these whispers echoMurder murder redrumBrain size of a bread crumbWhich drug will I end up dead fromInebriated, till my stress is eleviatedHow in the ***** can eminem and shady be related?Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter***** getter, hid in the bush like margot kidderJumped out (ahhhh!) killed the ***** and did herUse to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was littleerSmoke a blunt while Im titty *****in bette midlerSniper, waiting on your roof like the fiddlerYall thought I was gonna rhyme with riddlerDidnt ya? bring your ***** I wanna see if this dick gon fit in her(redman sample)Im low down and Im shifteeAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smackemAnd ask him where the ***** did he get his damn raps from(repeat)I lace tunes, Im out this world like space moonsWith a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like braze woundsNothing but idiots and misfits, dipshitsDoing whippits, passed out like sanford snippitsWheres the weed, I wanna tamper with itIma let your grandpa hit itMix it up with cocaine so her cant forget it***** it, maybe Im a bumBut I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cumSo what Im on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverageLosing all of my leverageWent up inside the first national bank broke, and left richWalking bio-hazard causing wreckageSmoked out like ?Band just making my neck itchWhat the *****? gimme the tech *****You just lost your tip, theres a pubic hair in my breakfastGot shit popping off like bottle cap tipsGet your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mamas chapped lipsSlap hips, support domestic violenceBeat your *****es ass while your kids stare in silenceIm just joking, is dirty dozens really dust smoking?If all your shits missing, than probably one of us broke inChorusMy heads ringing, like it was spider sense tinglingLit it like green bay did when they shitted on new englandIm out the game, put the second string inThis brandy got my swingingBobbing back and forth like a penguinDelinquent, toking microphones with broken englishMake your mama be like ohh! this is good! who sing this?Slim shady, his tape is dope, I love itIts rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit.It was predicted by a medicId grow to be an addicted diabeticLiving off liquid triameticPathetic, but I dont think this headaches ever vanishingPanicing, I think I might have just took too much anasinFrozen manaquin, posted stiffer than a statueI think Im dying, God is that you?Somebody help me, before I od on an lpTake me to er asap for and ivMother***** jop, they dont support no hip hopThey say thats where it ends, the closest they gon come is tupacIts politics, its all a fixSetup by these white blue collared hicksJust to make a dollar off of black musicWith a subliminal ball of tricksBut those can kiss ass and swallow dicksChorus
