When I a little baby boy My momma to tell me these crazy things She to tell me my daddy was an evil man, She used to tell me he me But I got a little bit older And I realized, she was the one But was nothin' I could do or say to try to change it 'Cause that's the way she was
They said I can't rap about bein' no more ain't say I can't rap about coke no more Slut, you think I won't choke no Til the vocal cords don't work in her no more?! These are thinkin' I'm playin' Thinkin' I'm sayin' the Cause I'm thinkin' it to be sayin' it Put your hands bitch, I ain't goin' shoot you I'm a you to this bullet, and put it through you Shut up slut, you're causin' too chaos Just bend over and take it a slut, okay Ma? "Oh, now he's his own mother, abusing a whore, Snorting coke, and we gave him the Stone cover?" You god damn right bitch, and now it's too I'm platinum and tragedies happen in two states I invented violence, you venomous volatile bitches Vain Vicadin, Vrinnn, Vrinn! Texas Chainsaw, left his all from his neck, while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, Knives, lives, wives, nuns,
Bitch I'm a kill you! You don't want to fuck me leave, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me Bitch I'm a kill you! You ain't got the balls to We ain't never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'm a be rapper dead For poppin' off at the with shit I shouldn't a said But they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me Bitches too! You nothin' but a girl to me I said you don't, want to fuck with (cause why?) Shady, will fuckin' kill you (ah-ha ha) I you don't, want to fuck with Shady (why?) 'Cause Shady, will fuckin' you
Bitch I'm a kill you! Like a weapon, I'm a conceal you In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and you Buck with me, I through hell, shut the hell up! I'm tryin' to develop pictures of the Devil to sell 'em It acid rap, I just rap on acid Got a new doll and just had a strap-on added Whoops! Is that a subliminal No! Just intent to sodomize women again offend? No! Eminem insult And if you ever in to him, you give him an impulse To do it again, then, if he does it You'll probably end up jumpin' out of up on the tenth
Bitch I'm a kill you, I ain't done ain't the chorus I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the A bloodstain is after you wash it three or four times In a tub but normal ain't it Norman? killer hidin' murder material In a cereal box on top of your Here we go again, we're out of our Out of our minds, and we in yours, let us in
Eh-heh, know why I say these Cause lady's screams keep creepin' in dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay shrinks This eighty G's a week to say the things threece! Twice? Whatever, I these things Fuck shots! I hope the weed outweigh these drinks want me to come on their radio shows Just to argue with 'em their ratings stink? Fuck that! I'll radio announcer to bouncer From fat bitch to off seventy-thousand of her From principal to the student and counselor in-school to before school to out of school I don't even believe in breathin' I'm air in your lungs to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it Okay, I'm ready to go I go the machete O.J. I'm ready to make everyone's ache You faggots eggin' me on Til I have you at knife point, you beg me to stop? Shut up! Give me hands and feet I shut up when I'm talkin' to you You hear me? me!
Ha ha ha, I'm just playin' You know, I you