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Shady, that's me High & Mighty Trilogy back with the fliest material Shady, Shady, that's me High and Mighty Trilogy back with the funky beats Packin' this third eye, pursue a Cyclops They trade in they high tops for nice sized white rocks Words in my right, that pass my left ear Your style is ass-out like the Bulls are next year Fear this veneer, you get stung like virgins Who that cat splurgin' instead of rehearsing'? Tough guys, degentrify your high rise Lookin' more like Ronald than them fuckin' Fry Guys Go on uptown fuckin' senoritas In Taco Bell screamin', "Viva gorditas" Bring all your dogs, I give em rabies They never had a chance like my two aborted babies Got Pope John Paul the second, prayin' to Satan Have your vegan girlfriend cookin' up bacon On barbiturates with that shit that you hit Smoke my spliffs withcha, 'cause spinal bifida My nine is liftin' ya, six feet when I spray rounds Hit you with twelve shots in mid-air and four more on the way down As eight strays graze through a kid's hair on the playground You lay down on a stretcher, don't get carried away now No pun intended, just hop out of your whip And leave it un-attended before I whip out this gun and end it Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute 'Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those even if someone's in it Snatch the airbag, hit the corner and park it Corner the market, I got her tied up in a chair and gagged Bitches get smacked and grabbed by the hair and dragged Like cave women, while I'm gravediggin' with Marilyn Manson If you got a bowl of hash better cash it You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your last hit And if you spittin' wack shit on the microphone I'ma snatch it outta your hand so fast I'ma detach it So if you got a bowl of hash, you better cash it You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your last hit I'm flabbergasted off two tabs of acid Threw my baby's mother in the hatchback and latched it Yo yo, Eon's wack now, how you think that? Couldn't get on my record if you were shrink rap Desecrate a crate with these rhymes I be totin' Let's go back online and jerk off on your modem I got stupid mucus from these loose lips My loose leaf leave your whole persona weak To the point that you stand up on your feet, best retreat Let's go back in time and steal my whole steez The Quickening, did a bris at the christenin' I'm exercisin', doin' liftings and twistings Instinct's the nicest, I keep tellin' you What the fuck this guy on the corner been sellin' you? Here, buy this I'm e-mailin' you at the wrong website And mispellin' you, prank you and put the fear of hell in you Escaped Bellevue, stuffed the nurse in a purse Disperse like I added too many words in a verse Slim Shady, a perverted version of birth Drivin' off, leavin' a murdered virgin at church The first person who searchin' the earth for the motherfucker That pulled the plug when they shoulda alerted the surgeon first Get thrown curves and hit with your own words Leave me alone, bitch, I get on my own nerves And if I don't got two balls and a middle finger to throw up I'm takin' off both shoes and stickin' each middle toe up If you got a bowl of hash better cash it You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your last hit And if you spittin' wack shit on the microphone I'ma snatch it outta your hand so fast I'ma detach it So if you got a bowl of hash, you better cash it You got a satchel, flash it, I'ma take your last hit I'm flabbergasted off two tabs of acid Threw my baby's mother in the hatchback and latched it Any disease out there, I'm willin' to catch it Slim Shady, all praises to the High & Mighty Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper Slim Shady, naughty rotten rhymer Mr. Eon, illest rhyme dropper |