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Eminem - Low, Down, Dirty
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Warning, this shits gon be rated r, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? its self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, bitch you got a sick kid Arrested, molested myself and got convicted Wearing visors, sunglasses and disguises Cause my split personality is having an identity crisis Im dr. hyde and mr. jekyl Disrespectful Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo Murder murder redrum Brain size of a bread crumb Which drug will I end up dead from Inebriated, till my stress is eleviated How in the fuck can eminem and shady be related? Illiterate, illigitimate shit spitter Bitch getter, hid in the bush like margot kidder Jumped out (ahhhh!) killed the bitch and did her Use to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was littleer Smoke a blunt while Im titty fuckin bette midler Sniper, waiting on your roof like the fiddler Yall thought I was gonna rhyme with riddler Didnt ya? bring your bitch I wanna see if this dick gon fit in her (redman sample) Im low down and Im shiftee And if you hear a man that sounds like me smackem And ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from (repeat) I lace tunes, Im out this world like space moons With a bunch crazed loons dismissin brains like braze wounds Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits Doing whippits, passed out like sanford snippits Wheres the weed, I wanna tamper with it Ima let your grandpa hit it Mix it up with cocaine so her cant forget it Fuck it, maybe Im a bum But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum So what Im on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage Losing all of my leverage Went up inside the first national bank broke, and left rich Walking bio-hazard causing wreckage Smoked out like ? Band just making my neck itch What the fuck? gimme the tech bitch You just lost your tip, theres a pubic hair in my breakfast Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mamas chapped lips Slap hips, support domestic violence Beat your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence Im just joking, is dirty dozens really dust smoking? If all your shits missing, than probably one of us broke in Chorus My heads ringing, like it was spider sense tingling Lit it like green bay did when they shitted on new england Im out the game, put the second string in This brandy got my swinging Bobbing back and forth like a penguin Delinquent, toking microphones with broken english Make your mama be like ohh! this is good! who sing this? Slim shady, his tape is dope, I love it Its rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit. It was predicted by a medic Id grow to be an addicted diabetic Living off liquid triametic Pathetic, but I dont think this headaches ever vanishing Panicing, I think I might have just took too much anasin Frozen manaquin, posted stiffer than a statue I think Im dying, God is that you? Somebody help me, before I od on an lp Take me to er asap for and iv Motherfuck jop, they dont support no hip hop They say thats where it ends, the closest they gon come is tupac Its politics, its all a fix Setup by these white blue collared hicks Just to make a dollar off of black music With a subliminal ball of tricks But those can kiss ass and swallow dicks Chorus
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