Nov 19, 2020 [QUOTE="SHUDEYE, post: 3418618, member: Something like this.... Uh, uh, uh, play that s--- What the f--- you doing Stretch Gotta stretch your neck You better protect it I’mma inspect today Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho Where’s my words at Yo see Slim Shady yo, where the birds at Me and Flip the middle ones Rappers get these little ones in they mouth These little nuts, yeah s---, I don’t care I ain’t afraid to admit it I got a little d-ck yeah, but so do you You scared to admit it You won’t spit it on this mother friggen mic Cause I will strike and smack your a--- like a friggen f-- And I don’t care if you get offended I never pretended to rock this microphone beef You wanna start it now we’ll end it Cause when I slip in the zone up on this microphone People want me to do a written rap but f--- that go home I don’t really give a d--- I’ll kick right off of the top And everything that I drop always gonna remain hot Let on the spot, Slim, I mean woops, Grim it’s when im dim Yo, I’m in affect mode Rappers get they neck sewed Get they whole threshold f----- up Get they game presto Ha, ha I busted, I k--- it, I crush it, I do it, the fluid, I spill it, I’m ill wit These motherfucking rhymes that I be coming with there running with me Kick you in the motherfucking stomach s--- Cause you don’t want none of it Rappers always try but they always die And rappers always stuck to me and tried to lie (Arf, Arf) Yo, where my dogs at Yo (err, ribbit) where my frogs at In the house, It really doesn’t matter cause I still turn it out When I step on this mic, smacking your spouse Ha, Ha The illest MC to come off the top When I get this drum off Yo Strech give me a break, let me catch my friggen breath And till` the death, bust rhymes till` there’s none left I’m wanted for theft and robbery And probably smack a b---- up in the lobby G Cause she don’t want none of me I’m the illest MC to ever hold a cordless on the planet earth and you’ll see That I’m from the friggen D Ya’ll don’t get my point I’m from Detroit Smoking fake grass like a joint That’s the first simplest rhyme I ever said in my life But, at the end of the night I’ll still be f---ing your wife s---, I really don’t care your style needs to switch Cause you ain’t rich, that’s why you ain’t rich Remain underground, can’t come off the top You can’t drop rhymes nonstop like this I might twist my friggen d-ck up in your ear Rappers always wanna stand clear I’m a motherfucking landmine Ya’ll don’t understand mine I’m Slim Shady showing out like my tan line Ha, ha The illest MC to rhyme Every time the illest MC of our time I rhyme time and time twice but I’m nice With this mic device I slice right through your Adams apple I had a Snapple and a motherfriggen syringe Up in the bathroom I shouldn’t have but yo I boinked To any MC up in this s--- who want some To any MC who wanna step up and get some Get done, f--- competition Let me catch my breath one more time Yo, I’m on a mission To stomp any MC comp I just trunked And swamp is this truamp unheard, no its not Yo, but here I go with this lyrical, lyricols, spiritual flows, that I slow Driving MC’s crazy, Slim Shady, up in your motherfucking radio baby
