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Shady, me
High & Mighty Trilogy back with the material
Shady, Shady, me
High and Mighty Trilogy back with the funky

Packin' this eye, pursue a Cyclops
They trade in they high for nice sized white rocks
Words in my right, that pass my ear
Your style is ass-out the Bulls are next year

Fear veneer, you get stung like virgins
Who that cat splurgin' of rehearsing'?
guys, degentrify your high rise
Lookin' more like Ronald them fuckin' Fry Guys

Go on uptown fuckin'
In Bell screamin', "Viva gorditas"
all your dogs, I give em rabies
They never had a chance my two aborted babies

Got Pope Paul the second, prayin' to Satan
Have your vegan cookin' up bacon
On barbiturates with shit that you hit
Smoke my spliffs withcha, 'cause bifida

My nine is liftin' ya, six feet when I spray
Hit you with twelve shots in and four more on the way down
As strays graze through a kid's hair on the playground
You lay down on a stretcher, don't get carried now

No pun intended, just hop out of your
And leave it un-attended before I whip out gun and end it
Unless you want it dented with bullet any minute
I can leave your Infinite full of those even if someone's in it

Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and it
the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged
Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the and dragged
Like cave women, I'm gravediggin' with Marilyn Manson

If you got a bowl of better cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your hit
And if you spittin' shit on the microphone
I'ma snatch it your hand so fast I'ma detach it

So if you got a bowl of hash, you better it
You got a satchel, flash it, take your last hit
I'm flabbergasted off two of acid
Threw my baby's mother in the and latched it

Yo yo, wack now, how you think that?
get on my record if you were shrink rap
Desecrate a crate with these rhymes I be
Let's go back and jerk off on your modem

I got stupid from these loose lips
My leaf leave your whole persona weak
To the that you stand up on your feet, best retreat
Let's go in time and steal my whole steez

The Quickening, did a bris at the
I'm exercisin', doin' and twistings
Instinct's the nicest, I keep you
What the fuck this guy on the corner sellin' you?
Here, buy

I'm e-mailin' you at the wrong
And mispellin' you, prank you and put the fear of in you
Escaped Bellevue, stuffed the in a purse
like I added too many words in a verse

Slim Shady, a version of birth
Drivin' off, a murdered virgin at church
The person who searchin' the earth for the motherfucker
That pulled the plug when they shoulda alerted the first

Get thrown curves and hit your own words
Leave me alone, bitch, I get on my own
And if I don't got two and a middle finger to throw up
I'm takin' off shoes and stickin' each middle toe up

If you got a bowl of hash cash it
You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your hit
And if you spittin' wack shit on the
I'ma snatch it outta hand so fast I'ma detach it

So if you got a bowl of hash, you better it
You got a satchel, it, I'ma take your last hit
I'm flabbergasted off two tabs of
Threw my mother in the hatchback and latched it

Any disease out there, I'm willin' to it
Shady, all praises to the High & Mighty

Slim Shady, rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest dropper
Slim Shady, rotten rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest rhyme
Slim Shady, naughty rhymer
Mr. Eon, illest dropper