[Verse 1] It's only fair to warn, I was born with a set of horns And metaphors attached to my damn umbilical cord Warlord of rap that'll bash you with a two by four board That smashed into your Honda Accord with a 4-door Ford But a more toward droppin' an acapella The chopper fella, the mozzarella worse than a helicopter propeller Got you locked in the cellar with your skeleton showing Developing anorexia while I'm standin' next to ya Eating a full course meal watching you starve to death With an IV in your veins, feeding you liquid darvocet Pumping you full of drugs Pull the plugs On the gunshot victims full of bullet slugs Who were picked up in an ambulance And driven To receiving with the asses ripped outta they pants And given A less than 20 percent chance Of living Have a possible placement It's a hospital patient Storing the dead bodies in grandma's little basement Doctor Kevorkian has arrived To perform an autopsy on you while you scream "I'M STILL ALIVE!" Driving a rusty scalpel in through the top of your scalp And pulling your Adam's apple out through your mouth Better call the fire department I've hired a arson To set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment I'm a liar to start shit Got your bitch wrapped around my dick So tight you need a crowbar to pry her apart wit Motherfucker, Slim Shady bitch! Recognize!
[Verse 2] Met a retarded kid named Greg with a wooden leg Snatched it off and beat him over the fucking head with the peg Go to bed with the keg wake up with the 40 Mixed up with Alka Seltzer and Formula 44D Fuck an acid tab I'll strap the whole sheet to my forehead Wait until it absorbed in and fell to the floor dead No more said case closed end of discussion I'm blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion Leaving you in the aftermath of holocaust and traumas Cross the bombers We blowin' up your house killing your parents And coming back to get your foster mommas And I'm as good at keeping a promise as Nostradamus Cause I ain't making no more threats I'm doing drive-bys in tinted Corvettes on Vietnam war vets I'm more or less sick in the head Maybe more cause I smoked crack Today, yesterday, and the day before sabbath Walk the block with a labrador Strapit more corral for war than El Salvador Foul style galore Verbal cow manure Coming together like the eyebrow on Al B. Sure Motherfucker!
[Verse 3] (Like this, like that, like this Like this, like that, like this) I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless Patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action than Roscoe beating James Tarteenyer And smackin' his back with vacuum cleaner attachments I grew up in the wild hood As a hazardous youth With a fucked up childhood That I used as an excuse And ain't shit changed But kept the same mindstate Since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that I'm a negative person don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence I just encourage it I laugh at the sight of death As I fall down a cement flight of steps And land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now
[Verse 4] Yo, yo, yo! My mom sent up to the store with a food stamp For a pack of cigarettes and a book from the news stand (here) Two dudes ran up and jumped out of a blue van I looked down at the ground and picked up a huge branch I swung it at the first dude the other dude with him Seen it snap so fast it looked like it broke before it hit him So he tried to rush I swept his legs pinned him and bit him He came back with 6 or 7 dudes screaming "GET HIM!" I took one lit him on fire pinned and bit him The next faggot gave me shoes like they didn't fit him One by one I just kept dropin' 'em in a rhythm Then I woke up swingin' the middle of the kitchen
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