Come in spittin' with non-written, non fiction
Rappers try step to this with no prediction
It doesn't matter 'cos I'm smashin' and bashin' and crashin'
I hate rappers with a passion when I'm chillin' with DJ Fashion
Yo, I need a frickin' Kleenex so I can (Dial right? Dilate? Die like?) with a Phoenix
When I'm chillin' with Fenix
With two coronas, I'm on the microphone
And I'ma own this,
Yo, and I'ma bone this, in Arizona
Yo, rappers that ain't able
I can't stay stable;
I'm on two turntables, with my man
But it doesn't matter 'cos he kicks lyrics galore
And he's only five foot four
Yo, check it out, I bust rhymes and get groovy
My man got carded at a rated-R movie
But it really didn't matter, he wasn't insulted
He said: "I'm 27 years old, yo, I'm an adult, kid."
But y'all, still
Slim Shady gets ill with the skill
And I'ma always bill and kill
My baby's mama just to piss the world off
Just to piss the girls off
Yo, I hurl off
The top of the building
Kill women and children
And then it hit me
Suddenly my wrists tried to slit me
Couldn't believe it
Yo, y'all can't conceive it
It's Slim Shady, I'll..... fuck a girl in her cleavage
Bleep that out and you can keep it
Just bleep it. Yo, yo y'all keep it in secret
I'm top secret like Pac's secret
Rappers, they don't wanna see
Slim Shady, I'm from the motherfuckin'... D!
Ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha
Ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha
Yo, yo, Slim Shady!
